Senencio
Tito, Senencio Sy-changco a 6 year resident of Torrance, passed away on Thursday, November 4, 2004 in Torrance. Senencio was born in Manila, Phil. Senencio was 70 when he died. Survived by Wife, Benita Tito of Torrance, CA, Son, Dr. Augusto (Myla) Tito, Daughter, Joan (Dean) Tito - Kozono, Daughter, Amie (Jim) Spagon, Son, Emerito (Angelica) Tito, Son, Senencio B. (Dr. Maricar), Grandchildren Camille, Carylle, Sharon, Samantha, Austin, Inah and Crissha, Sister, Norma (Juan) Tito-Abrajano, Sister, Lydia Tito, Cousin, Dennis Corazon Rassmusen. Visitation , Friday , November 5, 2004 2 until 8PM at White and Day Colonial Chapel. Funeral Mass will be at Nativity Catholic Church , Saturday, November 6, 2004 at 9:00 AM. Burial will follow at Green Hills Memorial Park in Rancho Palos Verdes.

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  1. Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me up and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end How I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He’d make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end ‘Cause I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I’d listen outside her door And I’d hear how mama would cry for him I prayed for her even more than me I prayed for her even more than me I know I’m praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don’t do it usually But dear Lord she’s dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dreamed -“Dance With My Father” by Luther Vandross

  2. “LIVING ALIVE It is one thing to be living, it is another to be alive. Living is breathing, subsisting, surviving; but being alive is expecting, rejoicing, savoring and celebrating life. Living alive is living with a lusty thirst and passion for life. It is living with a purpose, a mission if you may, a conscious desire to experience and drink of life\’s goodness and pleasures. Living alive is making every minute count. It is living in the precious now. Living alive is knowing that we don\’t have forever. It is being aware of the fact that we all are on the carousel of time and that we must do everything in our power to fully enjoy and get the best from the ride. Living alive is giving something of ourselves, sharing something of our essence, leaving something which will be remembered long after we are gone. There are only two ways of living your life – living dead or living alive. The latter is the easiest, natural and most exciting thing to do because in life there is so much to be thankful for.” Naka-display pa \’tong piece na \’to sa sala namin, na pina-type at pina-print sa akin ni Daddy long, long ago…it has a very beautiful message, na sana isaisip at isapuso nating lahat…I miss Daddy so much…kung nasaan ka man ngayon, mahal-na-mahal ka namin…and I want to thank him for bringing me to where I am right now…I was praying pa naman na sana he will personally greet me sa graduation ko this March…thank you Daddy, for everything…we love you…

  3. I will always remember Tito Eny with fondness. He was the best uncle anyone can ever have.. always there with a smile, ready to share and extend a helping hand, even to the point of giving up his warm & comfortable bed to a jetlagged niece who had more than imposed on his kindness & exceptional hospitality. He accompanied me when I bought my first car and helped me canvass for the best bargain. He always invited us to his house for Pabasa even when he was not in the Philippines, and served us all that great food. He was my Dad\’s best friend and my Dad had always been sure that Tito Eny would take very good care of me whenever I would stay with them. I will always remember those two weeks that I spent in Torrance and all those family get-togethers with a lot of fond memories and happy thoughts. I pray that Tito Eny will find the ultimate happiness and the everlasting peace of our Lord Jesus Christ in heaven.

  4. our family extends its\’ deepest condolences to tita, bong, joan, amie, mitoy, jonjon and dang….tito will surely be at peace with our creator.

  5. Our deepest condolences to the family.Tito Eny will always be remembered and will always stay in our hearts. I know he is already with the God almighty.

  6. To Ninang Nita and the rest of the family – Our deepest condolences. Love, Jay, Sheila, Sandra and Sacha Mancera

  7. To Amie and Family, Our deepest sympathy for the loss of your Dad. We pray for the repose of his soul. May the Lord grant you strength and comfort in your time of sorrow.

  8. 11/18/04 Last Night Samantha cried for almost half an hour because she miss her grandpa very much, she said ” I want grandpa to stay”. Daddy, we will never forget you because you are the most kindest provider one can ever have even a three year old who you have unfortunately been with for a short while misses you a lot, how much more for us whom you had supported your whole life. Maraming Salamat sa lahat lahat and we all miss & love you very much. Mitoy

  9. * Kapag hinahatid niya ako sa OLPH nung kinder pa ako, na naglalakad lang kami. * Kapag pumupunta kami sa Calamba, Laguna, usually tuwing Saturdays, para bisitahin yung bahay dun, na gamit ang kotseng blue. * Kapagmadalas siyang nagpapahilot sa akin, madalas sa ulo. * Kapag namamasyal kami sa SM North Edsa, na habang naglalakad kami ay nakapatong ang kamay niya sa batok ko. * Kapag sinusundo namin si Mommy tuwing hapon sa Monumento. * Ang pantalon niya na laging nakasabit sa may likod ng pintuan, na laging may barya. * Kapag nagpapatimpla siya ng tsaa sa akin. * Kapag nagpapagawa siya ng calamansi juice sa akin. * Ang panonood nila ng boxing sa TV tuwing Linggo, kasama ang mga kuya ko. * Ang pagka-hilig niya sa Lotto…kung saan gamit niya ang pink na ballpen na may bilog sa dulo, kung saan nakalagay ang mga maliliit na bola na may mga numero. * Yung ginawa niyang project ko nung Grade 3, na may drawing na halaman na dinikitan ng mga shells. * Paminsanan niyang paglaro ng golf, gamit ang mini golf set na binili niya. * Kapag pumupunta kaming tatlo nila Camille sa Timog tuwing Sabado ng umaga, para sa piano lessons ni Camille, pagkatapos ay dadaan kami sa McDo West Av. (drive-thru), para sa aming brunch. * Nang binilhan niya ako ng cellphone, ang aking kauna-unahang cellphone, nung nasa 2nd year College ako. * Ang regular na pagpunta namin sa Makro para mag-grocery. * Ang regular din na pagpunta namin sa Thriftway para mag-grocery, noong bata pa ako. * Ang paghingi ko ng baon tuwing umaga bago pumasok. * Kapag nagagalit siya sa mga kapitbahay naming nasa likod, dahil maingay ang mga sound systems. * Kapag nagkakamot siya ng kanyang likod sa pader sa may kainan. * Ang collection niya ng mga stamps. * Ang pagka-hilig niya sa tennis. * Ang pag-utot niya ng malakas. * Ang paglalakad niya sa loob ng bahay ng naka-brief at naka-sando lamang. * Ang pagpunta-punta niya sa Frisco para bisitahin ang apartment, at dumalaw na rin sa Country Casual. * Ang pagpunta-punta namin sa Super Sale Club para mag-grocery. Ilan lamang yan sa mga memories ko with Daddy. Sa ngayon, yan pa lamang ang aking natatandaan, kapag may naisip akong bago, idadagdag ko na lang… Happy Father’s Day Daddy…we miss you so much…

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