Sunday, November 21, 2021

Expect A Miracle //: 10 Year Anniversary Tribute for my Mom


Disclaimer: I don’t own this song, I’m just a fan.

As some of you have already heard, ten years ago my Mom suggested that I sing this song for church sometime. I responded with an emphatic, “No Way”. I wasn’t ready. I was too shy and cited arguably many reasons why I didn’t want to and shouldn’t. Several months later, my Mom was diagnosed with cancer and three weeks later she was gone—and I regretted being afraid and saying no so readily, and I also ended up singing it at her funeral. 10 Years Later and this song has become a major theme in my life. While I don’t sing it often, I do reflect on the words that have continually helped me to live life with the sure and steadfast hope that God is not absent and disinterested. As anyone who is acquainted with grief will tell you, whether it is someone close being gone, dreams dying, expectations shattered, relationships gone bust, or even all of the above and more, there are many many many difficult nights and days going through the pain and not running from it. Yet through all of that I’ve come to the conclusion that He is good. He is enough for me to deal with the pain of the past, the problems of the present, and whatever may come in the future. And…there is and will always be joy in the midst of it too. This I believe, therefore, I have hope. So enjoy, feel free to message me if you have questions or comments, And Expect a Miracle.

~Liana

Blessings by Laura Story

We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise

Saturday, May 11, 2019

2019: Current Updates

It’s been a few years since I’ve written--not for lack of desire but for lack of words (but I also get tired of seeing my only name in the posts!).

As always, our hearts are so full of gratitude, appreciation, thankfulness to all who have loved, encouraged, supported us over the past almost 8 years. Thank you!!!

At the risk of sounding cheesy, It’s been quite...a journey? An adventure? A rollercoaster?
That's what life looks like, right?
Grief takes long--it’s not noticeable, it's not visible, but it’s there. The first 3 years (2012-2014) were incredibly rough, with the next three (2015-2017) less painful, and these past almost past 2-3 (2017 to present) we’ve come to a healthier normal. It’ll be 8 years this year. We still grieve, but we also live on. Grieving is part of life.


Currently, we’re in a season of life transitions

- This week, we’ve said adieu to Grandma Seisa at her funeral as she hands off her beautiful legacy to the next generation
- This summer, The wedding bells will be ringing for my upcoming marriage
- This school year, Sammy has lived more than half her life without my Mom--she's walking into the tensile strength testing of the teenage years
- Plus whatever else is ahead for us in 2019!

There are many things I’ve learned these past few years post-Mom, but I think one that’s been highlighted, underlined, bolded, italicized, and marked with exclamation points(!) is what a former missionary wrote during his short 29 years of life:
"Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.”


~Jim Elliot 



Tuesday, November 6, 2018

8 Years Ago Today: 11.6.2010


It does say Nov. 2, but since it’s Election Day...

Now onto today’s fb post 8 years ago...


Monday, November 5, 2018

8 Years Ago Today: 11.5.2010

Starting a new series of posts for every (or almost) day of this month. 

I  went through my Mom’s Facebook to read what she posted and realised she posted many quotes during November 2010–who would’ve known that a year, November 5, later our lives would be so different? So on this day in history, 8 years ago today...


Friday, January 26, 2018

Beautiful Things

An Essay Written for my School 

Beautiful Things
Cancer. Sadness. Death. The first words that come to your mind when you think of suffering, sorrow, and pain. The first words you might ignore because it hurts you on the inside, reminding you of foul memories from the past of losing a very close loved one. These were the first thoughts that came to my mind when I heard these three strong and harmful words. Sadly, I’ve experienced losing a loved one.  I’ve walked a road where I had to feel sorrow and pain. My Mom died six years ago from stage 4 lung cancer on November 21, 2011 at 2:14am. It was one month after her 47th birthday. I’m Samantha Joy, the youngest of her 3 daughters. When she died, I was only six years old, so I do not remember much about her final days or about her as a person. What I do know is that everybody admired her and saw her as their 2nd mom. She was sweet, quiet, and very, very patient. I’m very glad and absolutely thankful that I’m surrounded by my closest  family and friends to tell me all about her. The most common memory I frequently hear from them is that she saw the best in people, had the best advice, a very quiet and patient woman, very talented, and everybody claimed her as their favorite aunt. Here is her story, as told through the eyes of her closest family and friend, so you may get to know her a little better, from the beginning of her life, all the way until the end.
Mom as a child
Mom was born on October 20, 1964 in the city of San Francisco, California. She was given to Virginia and Jaime Espiritu, and they gave her the name Agnes Espiritu. Mom has one older brother named Jaime Jr. She and her family lived in Daly City, a city outside of San Francisco. She moved twice, once to Rio Verde Street, and then to the street, my grandma, who we call “Mama,” still lives at today!
Mama Remembers
A memory Mama remembers about Mom is when they visited the Philippines to see their close relatives. They stayed for 2 weeks, but had planned to stay longer. My mom was very young (about toddler-aged) when she travelled to the Philippines.  Mama told me Mom cried and wailed all the time because she longed to return home. She could not stand the miserable heat anymore and she always complained about the food they had to eat. They went home earlier than they expected. My older sister, Liana, remembers Mom stating to her, “I didn’t know Mama came from the province and that she was poor growing up, so I was horrified by the giant bugs and having to bathe outside in a tin bath basin. And  I was very confused because everywhere I went, I saw the name, St. Agnes.”
Mama also remembers when Mom had to have a painful back surgery because she had scoliosis. Scoliosis is a painful disease that she had built into her spine making her spine curve into an abnormal shape, it usually curves into an “S” or “C” shape. Mama felt so sorry for Mom because she had to wear a very uncomfortable body cast for 6 months. She was a very active child before her surgery, even fearless of climbing tall trees. Unfortunately, after her surgery, she wasn’t as active anymore.
What Mama misses the most about Mom is her quiet and good attitude towards her parents, and that she never got in trouble because of her good behavior.

Auntie Christine Remembers
    Mom met her best friend, my Godmother, Christine Leong (Auntie Christine), in their early 20’s at their church youth group. Mom was known as the quiet one in the youth group. Some of Auntie Christine’s fondest memories with mom is when they would meet at Starbucks for girl talks and enjoy each other’s company. They always met at Starbucks because Auntie Christine knew Mom was a big coffee drinker.
One thing that bothered Auntie Christine the most is that Mom would almost always be late, but she knew it wasn’t always her fault. On the other hand, what she absolutely loved about Mom is that she made everyone laugh, she always saw the best in people, she always enjoyed every moment, she was very, very kind, she had a big heart, she was hospitable, and she gave others the best advice.
Auntie Christine’s favorite meal Mom would make was linguini. Auntie Christine liked it so much, she named it after mom and she called it “Linguini de Augi.” Auntie Christine said Mom always wanted to learn to cook new dishes because she wanted to feed her kids well.
Dad Remembers
    Mom and Dad met at Mom’s church, Faith Bible Church (FBC). After they met, Dad left his church, Open Door, so he could attend FBC with Mom. Dad told me Mom’s first job was as an office assistant at a law office and she started working once she was 16 years old, but her dream job as a child was being a stewardess. Mom and Dad had their first date at a Filipino restaurant near her work. After they’ve dated for a while, Dad finally proposed, which was the exciting moment Mom was longing for. She was extremely jubilant, excited, and happy. Dad said he proposed as soon she stopped bugging him about marriage.
People thought Mom and Dad’s marriage wouldn’t last long, so they had a “secret wedding” (a civil ceremony) at City Hall in San Francisco on June 14, 1989 at 11:55am. They had a 3 minute ceremony and only one person got to attend their wedding—my Uncle David, Auntie Christine’s husband. Before Mom and Dad got married, Auntie Christine was very upset and disappointed because my dad didn’t mention to her they were going to get married, sadly, she didn’t get to attend their “secret wedding” but she was still really excited and happy for them. To announce their marriage, Mom and Dad used fortune cookies. On the small piece of paper inside were the words, “Guess who got M’ed?” Everyone was confused when they laid eyes on the words on the fortune, but once they finally figured it out, everybody was extremely loud and very, very happy.
A year after their “secret wedding,” 200 people attended Mom and Dad’s second wedding at Christ for all Nations Lutheran church on June 16, 1990.  They were the first couple in their church to have a DJ at their wedding. For their reception, they had a really nice view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the theme of their wedding was 90’s style. Mom planned and organized her whole wedding and even made the bridesmaid dresses, flower girl dresses, and her own wedding dress. The bridal party wore satin blue and the flower girls wore white. Liana always tells me, “On the day of her wedding, she was exhausted and bothered by the look of her makeup, but she was in a rush to her ceremony because she had to rent the car that day since Dad wasn’t old enough.”
Two years after their big wedding party, Mom and Dad had their very first child, Desiree Alyson Seisa, born on March 21, 1992. In 1994, they had their 2nd child, Liana Lauren Seisa, born on February 23rd. Finally, they had their last child, me, Samantha Joy Seisa, born on September 21, 2005.  
Dad’s favorite meals that mom would make for dinner is chicken and mushroom pasta. My dad remembers she made very easy and simple meals. Her favorite holiday was Christmas. She would celebrate it by decorating the house with loads of décor, set up a very fancy table setting, and always tried her hardest to make it feel special for the family.
Desiree Remembers
    My oldest sister, Desiree, treasures this memory the most—Mom’s final and last birthday with us. Every year we got her favorite cake, a fruit tart from Freeport Bakery. Since Desiree worked at a boba shop, she also got mom her favorite drink, which was the avocado milkshake. Desiree treasures Mom’s last Mother’s Day at our old house on San Remo Street in Elk Grove. That Mother’s Day, we got mom a mango cake and took a family photo all together while playing the song “Mama” by Boys II Men.
Three things Desiree loved about mom were: she always saw the best in people despite their bad reputation or what they’ve done wrong in the past, she always supported Desiree’s passion for dance, and she brought her everywhere like church, dance, parties, and everywhere she needed to go.
Mom was very crafty and creative. She always had time to sit down for a while to scrapbook with Desiree. What bothered and annoyed Desiree the most about mom was that Mom would sometimes favor Liana instead of her. Now that Desiree looks back, she realizes it was okay because she was a very stubborn teenage child. What also annoyed Desiree is when Mom wasn’t able to help her in math because she wouldn’t listen to her when mom was trying to help her.
Desiree’s favorite foods that mom would make was pesto pasta, spam musubi, and fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Her favorite, unforgettable childhood birthday was the Hawaiian Luau that Mom planned for her 12th birthday. It was one of the largest birthday parties that Desiree had in her childhood. She had a dolphin piñata, Polaroid pictures as the favors, cheerful Hawaiian music, a girls sleepover, and grass skirts everywhere.
Liana remembers
    Liana, my older sister, misses the drives she and mom had together the most. Whenever they rode in the car together, they would drive in peace and quiet enjoying the comfortable silence, without radio or music. Liana also misses when Mom would unexpectedly clean her room and she would come home to an arranged and organized bedroom.
One of the most memorable and fun birthdays Liana had that mom planned for her was her 12th birthday party. She visited the Build-A-Bear store to build a bear and had a sleepover with 2 of her best friends. Things she loved the most about Mom was that she always gave the best advice, they always had something to laugh about together, and they got along really well and rarely fought. Liana’s favorite meals that mom cooked was sundried tomato pasta, chicken katsu, spaghetti, fried rice, pancakes, and her absolute favorite—chocolate chip cookies.
    And this concludes her beautiful  story. She was once an empty journal waiting for her story to be written, and now here it is. It’s laid out from beginning to end, starting from her childhood all the way until her death. Even though she concluded her life with a rough ending, it still turned out to be a lovely and the results of her story has beautiful things. Here are a few more things that I know and miss about her most. What I miss the most about Mom is listening to her quiet and gentle voice and having quality time together in the morning when she dropped me off at school.  I loved most about her is, she always had time to spend time with me and she let me cook or bake whatever I had in mind. I remember when we frequently had camp outs in the living room together watching my favorite movie just us two together. And my favorite part about our “sleepovers” together was, she let me eat snacks if I was hungry but I wouldn’t have to brush my teeth again after. Lastly, I wish she was still here for my birthday celebrations every year, watching my sisters and I grow older as the years pass by, and give me her best advice when I go through hard times.

*For more information about her time at the hospital, visit her website www.agneseseisa.blogspot.com   

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Today I'm listening to a podcast on FamilyLifeToday.com, I clicked it because of the description about a father with three girls--very similar to my own. It's not that my Mom's diagnosis was long like their story or even that I've been feeling very reflective today about her death. But I'm finding this podcast to be very helpful--I hope it'll help you, Reader, too.

Welcome to the House of Mourning.

Finding Hope in the Midst of Mourning

The End or the Beginning?

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Realizing that...This is Not our Home.

Today I received from an email from Griefshare, a network for those grieving people that are well...mourning someone who has died. In the past three years, I have begun to understand more and more that the world in itself is very evil and completely filled with darkness. 

But what I do know is that, In Christ, this world is not my home. There is a reason for the hope I have even if  it does not seem to make sense to others around me. The world is filled with sorrow, yes, indeed that is true. But it's also true that there is a longing and yearning within each of us for somewhere we have never yet been and when someone dies, it wrenches our heart in such a way because we know that death should not be. Doesn't mean that I want to die now, or that anyone should die by their own hand to come home more quickly...it just gives me the proper perspective.

Anyway, I simply wanted to share what I read. Here's my Griefshare of the day:
Your Home Is Not Here  (Day 276) 
Faith not only empowers you to get through your difficulties, but it also assures you of a coming day when tears and sorrows are no more. Faith recognizes that this world is not your ultimate home. 
“There’s a longing in my soul that requires me to look up, requires me to say, ‘This isn’t all there is,’ because it isn’t enough,” says Dr. Larry Crabb. “When I am hurting, others come up with the formulas and the procedures to do this and this and this and then I will be fine. My answer is this: I’ll never be fine until I’m home.”
What does the word home typically mean to you? Know that you were created for a different home, a better home, an eternal home with God. This life here is not all there is.
“Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands” (2 Corinthians 5:1).
Heavenly Father, may I fix my eyes on You and not get dragged down by the struggles within me and around me. Please give me a taste of what is to come so I can make it through. Amen.
 
 By the way, I'll also begin posting more of my Mom's words of encouragement again, so you can keep a look out for that soon.

Be blessed!
-Liana Seisa

Friday, November 22, 2013

21 things.


One year goes by in a blink of an eye.
November comes by--I blinked with both eyes.
Two years already?

To my Diamond Lady,
I am so glad that...
1. You lived
2. You gave
3. You loved
4. You prayed
5. You disciplined
6. You corrected
7. You forgave
8. You apologized
9. You listened
10. You laughed
11. You cried
12. You cooked
13. You learned
14. You taught
15. You read
16. You followed
17. You lead
18. You fought
19. You dreamt
20. You encouraged
21. You cared
We, your children, arise and still call you blessed. And our father, still praises you.

"Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
Proverbs 31:29

You were the best!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Craving Coffee & Company.

Since Sunday night I've been craving coffee & company. The company, I can understand...but coffee? Liana the tea drinker...wants coffee?!

Yes.

 An unfamiliar desire, but perhaps that's a part of my growing up a little more this year. A cup of tea is loveliest, even if coffee can taste like hot cocoa.

Three nights later, along comes Wednesday, bringing me company! Some of my oldest and dearest friends came...books! For some it may seem strange, but I find that some of my wisest friends come from distant lands or are found in the words of those now long gone. When I was young, sometimes my Mom and I would go to coffee shops to read, she was an avid coffee drinker until tea became her preferred choice. 

As you know, my parents are big dreamers and great readers. Now, the particular book is quite dear to my heart. You see, my friend, John Manalo (nothalfhearted), passed away in May 2011, 6 months before my Mom did. The year prior, he had left for a school in Texas after reading The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson. My parents lent him that book. The very same book I was reading tonight. He was a big dreamer too.

The parable is about a young man named, Ordinary, who leaves the land of familiar in pursuit of his Big Dream. The same type of Big Dream that beats in everyone's heart--even if they feel like they've lost it along the way.

As I read, it was not long before I began to weep. After almost two long years, we finally found the quote for her headstone.
Excerpt from the Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson 
One day, Ordinary came across a Wounded Warrior lying on a quiet hill.
Ordinary dropped by her side. "How can I help you?" he asked.
"My wounds are too many and great," she said. "This will be my dying place."
~~~
Ordinary's heart broke. "But why would the Dream Giver let you be defeated?" Ordinary asked. "You've come so far. You have to finish your Big Dream!"
She had no reply.
Night fell. The Wounded Warrior grew weaker. Finally, in the darkness, she said, "Tell me the Name of your Dream."
After Ordinary did, the Warrior was quiet for a time. Then she spoke, "That is the Name of my Dream, also," she said. "I fought Giants ahead of you. You will fight more after me. But we have the same Big Dream." 
In the first light of dawn, she spoke for the last time.
"Death is not defeat," she whispered. "It is my victory.
That morning, Ordinary buried his Warrior friend on the hilltop. Then he sat for a long time, looking across the hills and valleys. He thought about the Warrior's life, and about her death. He thought about her dying words. And he became certain that he would not have gotten this far on the path to his Dream if his friend had not gone before him. 
Finally, Ordinary took his white long feather and wrote the Truth on her headstone:
Here lies a Mighty Warrior.
She finished her Dream. 

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

chasing dreams

Life is one big journey, but I just can't wait to reach my destination. Impatient, just a little? Maybe, yes. But I'd rather struggle and work to get where I need to be rather than sit at home living comfortably with no forward movement. My mom not only taught me that by her words, but led by example. Everything is slowly becoming clearer to me as I struggle to find out who I am and which route I want to take. I'm definitely not living my dream, 'cause I'm still chasing them. This city is my current land of opportunity: San Francisco. But it's not all some fantasy or fun and games - you can clearly see it on the streets. It's going to be tough & I'll be exposing myself to reality. Though I was scared, I'm ready now. I'm ready to go back to school and take whatever opportunities lie before me full on. My mom was the one who got me enrolled into school despite lack of means at the time, but she did it and laid a foundation before me... now it's my turn to complete whatever she started and set an example as a role model to whoever I encounter - sisters, family, friends, peers...

Lately, it's been very tough for me trying to live on my own but I'll never give up on a dream 'cause it may never come around again. I know at this point I would love my mother's comfort & support to encourage me to keep going - but in my laugh & my sisters smiles, I still keep pieces of her close. That's why I still do what I do.

Blood, sweat, and plenty of tears, I'll make it. Her work is never in vain 'cause she believed in every ounce of me.


- Desiree A. Seisa

Friday, April 5, 2013

Photographs, recordings, and lots of captured memories... her voice is like hearing an old favorite song.

What an eventful year it's been, and it's only April! Incredibly thankful & blessed for all that this year has brought upon. A series of changes and life events - but what can I say? Reality hits us quick; sometimes, it doesn't even feel like we have time to stop and smell the roses. I'm really experiencing for myself what it's like to live in the moment and fully enjoy the days that God's given - Every new day is a journey in itself. I never know what it's going to bring, but I enjoy it more this way. Although sometimes hectic and stressful, there's just something about it that keeps me on my toes and excited, curious, anxious for whatever comes next.

Future goals, accomplishments, and dreams are soon to be listed...stay tuned. Expect miracles.