Years ago, I prayed that God grant you happiness. He gave you three more founts of exquisite joy, in addition to the three you already had. Lately, I prayed so hard that you be granted a miracle. I may not be aware of it, but I believe you have experienced the most wondrous of miracles.
Hug and kiss Mamang, Papang, and other loved ones for me. Missing you all is painful sorrow, though it feeds the love for those you and I cherish. I wish I could have said it more often: I love you.
God speed, my beloved brother.