Yesterday was a beautiful Saturday at Santo Amaro Cemetery.             A''H

At 2:45am, mom’s heart stopped after battling an infection due to a pulmonary embolism after her fall. She was 83 years old but her spirit was alive as ever. 

Last time I visited her at ICU, I could clearly see she was so unhappy being bedridden at that gloomy room. The Lord is good always.

Dennis’ eulogy at the funeral was very uplifting. My brother Alberes led songs with power. Brother Mozart closed with a beautiful prayer. And, I could visit relatives I hadn’t seen in many years. Nevertheless, how could I not notice the providence in the details as of when and where that ceremony was being held. The cemetery was close to the place where every Saturday afternoon, approximately at same time, mom would take me to a Boy Scout’s group. We used to walk through those same streets religiously. She took me there in hopes that I would be a better man. The same she did taking me to school and to church. She accomplished her mission trying to educate me—a woman who never even learned to sign up her own name—a woman of vision.

I praise God for the mom he gave me.

I praise God for the family he gave me.

I praise God for the church he gave me.

Thank you so much for your prayers.

Thanks a lot to my spiritual family at Oak Hills Church.

In Crist,

Bio and Dayse Nascimento