Obituary for Agadel Fuentecilla Guerrero
Agadel Fuentecilla Guerrero (70 years old) is happily gliding her way to heaven. Our memories keep flashing and my eyes continue to blur from tears. Cancer took its toll and was pronounced dead on December 1, 2020 at 6:41 pm at PLC Hospital.
She was the beloved mother of Crystal, Malaya (Gem), Agadelight (Frances), Mayang (Arnelle) and proud grandmother of Trisha Margaret and Karl Nicholas. Her loving sisters who supported her in all the trials and joy will miss her sweet wackiness : Milagros, Margarita, Maryjane and Purita.
Predeceased by her two mothers Adela Fuentecilla-Guerrero and Brigida B. Guerrero, father Conrado Guerrero and brother Conrado Guerrero Jr.
Born on January 6, 1950 (Philippines) to a big supportive ancestry of the Fuentecilla and Guerrero clans. Known as a fierce journalist, loving sister, devoted mother, friend, activist and prayer warrior to all whose lives she touched.
A prolific writer, accomplished journalist and original Public Relations (PR) officer of former Pres. Joseph “Erap” Estrada, former Senator John Osmena and Congressman Felix Alfelor. Worked for Manila Times, MOD Magazine, Remate Journal, Philippine Post, Seafarer’s Journal, etc. Worked at National Housing Authority, Ministry of Human Settlement to name a few. Aside from being a table tennis and bowling star player, she had astint in teaching at the Polytechnic University of the Philippines . The latest legacy was a book she wrote containing whispers of truth from the Lord.
A colleague's description of her : “A good friend better than her billiard in which she bested many friends at the table of the #NationalPressClub. You will be soaring higher than the C130s & HU1H choppers you boarded to cover wars. From hereon, your placard will read, Faith, Hope, Charity & Love in the highways of heaven, beyond your University Belt marches as #MAKIBAKA at the University de Santo Tomas.”
From her daughters, she will be forever remembered for her happiness with the simplest things in life, for never giving up to life's challenges, for freeing her daughter from crippling cultural perceptions, and her exceptional adoration of her family.
Her daughters are witnessed to her indomitable passion and principles as a women's rights activists and a brave journalist. Later, she took this same level of passion in shepherding her grandchildren and grasping theology.
Her family and friends also witness her growing focus on theology and how she has built a spiritual life. She has made the Word work in her family's lives and shared her beliefs , whenever it mattered, more than enduring comfortable conversations. She has lent a helping hand to anyone who has sought for her help even at times when she was simply surviving as well.
Mama, we wanted to be with you more but we know we can’t be greedy. You are a fighter gem, lots of people were privileged to have met you and be part of a private list that you keep of people to pray for. We know you are already happy with your Creator in heaven and that you will always be watching over us (please do and ask Him for miracles - blow Covid away).
Family will be forever grateful to the caring team at Peter Lougheed Centre ICU (PLC 28) Unit for making Agadel’s last days on Earth comfortable.
We would like to thank everyone for their kind thoughts, prayers, condolences, and support. We request that you pray for her soul and keep her in your thoughts, as she would. To view and share photos, condolences and memories of Agadel Fuentecilla Guerrero, please visit www.choicememorial.com
We render your favorite poem on your journey to Heaven:
Sea Fever
By John Masefield
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
She was the beloved mother of Crystal, Malaya (Gem), Agadelight (Frances), Mayang (Arnelle) and proud grandmother of Trisha Margaret and Karl Nicholas. Her loving sisters who supported her in all the trials and joy will miss her sweet wackiness : Milagros, Margarita, Maryjane and Purita.
Predeceased by her two mothers Adela Fuentecilla-Guerrero and Brigida B. Guerrero, father Conrado Guerrero and brother Conrado Guerrero Jr.
Born on January 6, 1950 (Philippines) to a big supportive ancestry of the Fuentecilla and Guerrero clans. Known as a fierce journalist, loving sister, devoted mother, friend, activist and prayer warrior to all whose lives she touched.
A prolific writer, accomplished journalist and original Public Relations (PR) officer of former Pres. Joseph “Erap” Estrada, former Senator John Osmena and Congressman Felix Alfelor. Worked for Manila Times, MOD Magazine, Remate Journal, Philippine Post, Seafarer’s Journal, etc. Worked at National Housing Authority, Ministry of Human Settlement to name a few. Aside from being a table tennis and bowling star player, she had astint in teaching at the Polytechnic University of the Philippines . The latest legacy was a book she wrote containing whispers of truth from the Lord.
A colleague's description of her : “A good friend better than her billiard in which she bested many friends at the table of the #NationalPressClub. You will be soaring higher than the C130s & HU1H choppers you boarded to cover wars. From hereon, your placard will read, Faith, Hope, Charity & Love in the highways of heaven, beyond your University Belt marches as #MAKIBAKA at the University de Santo Tomas.”
From her daughters, she will be forever remembered for her happiness with the simplest things in life, for never giving up to life's challenges, for freeing her daughter from crippling cultural perceptions, and her exceptional adoration of her family.
Her daughters are witnessed to her indomitable passion and principles as a women's rights activists and a brave journalist. Later, she took this same level of passion in shepherding her grandchildren and grasping theology.
Her family and friends also witness her growing focus on theology and how she has built a spiritual life. She has made the Word work in her family's lives and shared her beliefs , whenever it mattered, more than enduring comfortable conversations. She has lent a helping hand to anyone who has sought for her help even at times when she was simply surviving as well.
Mama, we wanted to be with you more but we know we can’t be greedy. You are a fighter gem, lots of people were privileged to have met you and be part of a private list that you keep of people to pray for. We know you are already happy with your Creator in heaven and that you will always be watching over us (please do and ask Him for miracles - blow Covid away).
Family will be forever grateful to the caring team at Peter Lougheed Centre ICU (PLC 28) Unit for making Agadel’s last days on Earth comfortable.
We would like to thank everyone for their kind thoughts, prayers, condolences, and support. We request that you pray for her soul and keep her in your thoughts, as she would. To view and share photos, condolences and memories of Agadel Fuentecilla Guerrero, please visit www.choicememorial.com
We render your favorite poem on your journey to Heaven:
Sea Fever
By John Masefield
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.