Felipe Eugenio was 72 years old when he walked out of this mortal world to heed God's call to eternity. Born on July 29,  1953, from Nueva Ecija, Felipe attended school in Cabanatuan City before transferring to Manila,  decided to migrate to the USA, found various trade jobs and settled to the security and more permanent career atmosphere at Boeing in Huntington Beach. He successfully made his mark on special /secret projects for Boeing Aerospace, married Sylvia Agoncillo-Eugenio of Batangas City at St. Nicholas Church,  lived with Sylvia in Aliso Viejo, a comfortable close community in Orange County, and stayed until their joint retirement where Felipe and Sylvia moved to the Philippines and settled in a home in the suburbs where quiet and peace became paramount to their privacy  and comfort.

"Ipe," as he was lovingly called, was good and powerful with his hands.  He loved to fix and build, found joy   in this extraordinary skill of finding successful contentment in DIY projects and was always happy with its practical results.

Ipe did his own day trading, took care and guarded his finances like a hawk, was unbelievably successful at it, but to a fault, he was likewise generous and giving of his resources. He was a man of guided principles and conviction, always affirming what is just and right in life just as he tackled life with an indelible determination everyday of his waking hours. He was always on time during Sunday Masses, unforgivingly irritated when  late for Eucharistic celebration and unaware of the world's movement as he privately conversedwith God in his own heart, not understanding his inner emotions of glorification and adoration, yet totally content in his mind, his heart and his strength that One true God existed and Ipe's conversation with our creator was his most profound prayer.

Twice, in his joyous and giving moods, Ipe gifted his niece and nephew with a trips to New York and Paris. It was the first time the kids left the country and were awestruck with the experience. The joy and fulfillment in Ipe's eyes upon their return could only be traced by his wild proud smile. The Paris experience, incomparable, expense and love driven, could only be softly discussed in those sweet nephew and niece hugs where thankfulness was candid, sweet and forever remained in their young hearts. Yes, Ipe was a good man, giving, forgiving, loving, and sharing. God rest your beautiful soul, Ipe. Rest now in the bosom of the Father as you pray for us and we pray for you, always.