Steffany Hilarbo
The first time I met Papa Rodolfo was when I went home to Philippines for my wedding with his son Randolf. We lived on the same house for almost a month. It was a very precious time for me as my dad died when i was 6 years old. I’d felt the “dad” love from him. He loves to cook, he loves to walk, he loves to watch, he even bought us a sofa. There’s 1 day when he came home, he bought a green mango and said “I got these mangoes because I know you like them” and it melted my heart. And then we eat the mangoes together. It was a simple moment but I will cherish it forever. Rest in paradise Papa Rodolfo. There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in our hearts. We love you