My LOLO.. =')
One of the things I will miss most is the days when you spend with me… Everything seems so special, everyday, the last thing I would do before leaving the house was to say goodbye to you, and the first thing I'd do when I arrived was to greet you. I would always make "paalam" before leaving and you always ask if I had money for the day and wished me to take care. When I got home from school each day, I would enter your room and say hello. Even though you’re tired, you always asked how my day went… Sigh...I can't seem to watch basketball now Lolo; it reminds me of you and I get so sad. I'll never forget that, whether it's PBA, UAAP, NBA, PBL, or NCA, you just loved the game. Thanks for letting me watch with you the game we both loved. I specifically enjoyed cheering for Celtics with you! I love it on how you'd analyze the game. You would have made a great commentator on TV! I also loved how you'd just tell me to get what ever I wanted to eat while watching the game on TV. You were my best friend in watching every game. I didn't tell you that when we found out about your illness could be treated, Tito chin told me, "Miel, God gave us overtime." I thought that the games was over, Lolo. I thought we had lost you then and there. Amid the sad news, you still said that you lived a full life. You accepted it and I didn't.
I remember… Once, a few years ago, when we were having merienda at our weekly Sunday family gathering, I sat one leg raised on the chair, so that my foot touched the seat. This was a very bad habit I developed at home to avoid getting bitten by mosquitos. You didn't notice it at first, since I was seated at the far end of the table, you are busy talking to grandma, dad, and titos and titas who were nearer to you, but when you looked across you saw me and asked me why I sat with my leg up. I was quickly embarrassed and responded with a pathetic, "Sorry, Lolo". You simply smiles and said, "You're flexible." This made me smile, too, because most grandparents would probably tell their grand children off for something like that. Looking back, I think that your way of discipline is, to not give re-approach but instead encouragement. You already know that I grew up on this sort of "discipline" given a little room to make mistake… You are the only one in the family that cares me most. I am just so proud to be your granddaughter. The extra time given by the lord was a blessing and a gift. We were able to spend more time with you. Thank you for being so patient with all of us. Thank you for everything. I will miss you forever, Lolo. =(
How do I love my Lolo? I love him like a grand daughter does her grandfather, closely and yet with a certain sense of reverence. I love him like a knight loves his queen. It has been said that Lolo had an aura of such purity and goodness that one could not help but want to serve him. While I was a wayward knight, choosing the battles that I wanted to fight for him, serve him I did in what ever little way I could, and he never failed to thank me for each one of those times, even though he himself had done and could have done so much more. I love him like a girl loves her hero. The same way his example was a guiding light that kept me from all the evils of the world. As a Lolo, a friend, a son, a father, he went up and beyond all his responsibilities. I love my Lolo, and despite my feeble attempts to explain what that means, only the complexity of that word, "love,” can fully capture the essence of what I feel for him..
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I remember… Once, a few years ago, when we were having merienda at our weekly Sunday family gathering, I sat one leg raised on the chair, so that my foot touched the seat. This was a very bad habit I developed at home to avoid getting bitten by mosquitos. You didn't notice it at first, since I was seated at the far end of the table, you are busy talking to grandma, dad, and titos and titas who were nearer to you, but when you looked across you saw me and asked me why I sat with my leg up. I was quickly embarrassed and responded with a pathetic, "Sorry, Lolo". You simply smiles and said, "You're flexible." This made me smile, too, because most grandparents would probably tell their grand children off for something like that. Looking back, I think that your way of discipline is, to not give re-approach but instead encouragement. You already know that I grew up on this sort of "discipline" given a little room to make mistake… You are the only one in the family that cares me most. I am just so proud to be your granddaughter. The extra time given by the lord was a blessing and a gift. We were able to spend more time with you. Thank you for being so patient with all of us. Thank you for everything. I will miss you forever, Lolo. =(
How do I love my Lolo? I love him like a grand daughter does her grandfather, closely and yet with a certain sense of reverence. I love him like a knight loves his queen. It has been said that Lolo had an aura of such purity and goodness that one could not help but want to serve him. While I was a wayward knight, choosing the battles that I wanted to fight for him, serve him I did in what ever little way I could, and he never failed to thank me for each one of those times, even though he himself had done and could have done so much more. I love him like a girl loves her hero. The same way his example was a guiding light that kept me from all the evils of the world. As a Lolo, a friend, a son, a father, he went up and beyond all his responsibilities. I love my Lolo, and despite my feeble attempts to explain what that means, only the complexity of that word, "love,” can fully capture the essence of what I feel for him..
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