a life that was

To our former president, Bro. Rafe,

Thank you for all the things that you have contributed to the progress of La Salle. It wouldn't be the way it is now had it not been for your blood and sweat. I grew up with you serving as its headmaster (first to seventh grade), and I liked most of what you did. Landmarks such as the Sentrum, MTDC, Chez Avenir, Cafe Le Barako, and the four edifices welcoming one and all to the greenery of our school, the then BB, JB, MM, and BM, were built under your name. I will remember you for your wisdom and that indelible, cheerful smile on your face. And who could ever forget dear old Bravo? I miss that dog. I liked La Salle the way it was when you reigned. I like it now, but I appreciated it more back then. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for standing up for the school band's rights during one if its last concerts when nobody was listening to the tunes they were belting out which they've toiled so hard for. And as your song number during the said event went, you really lived life your way. Again, thank you.

For you were an essence,
Who yearned to fly up elsewhere,
Who once was betrothed to earthliness,

For you were a spectre,
Who catered to the wants of many,
Who molded the character of most,

For you are now a spirit,
Who has unfurled your wings,
Who now takes flight in the joys of the sky,
Who, finally, lives the dream of seeing heaven.