Grandmother
If there is anybody that I will remember on November 1, it would be my Grandmother. She departed when I was fourteen years old. I never got a chance to tell her how much I appreciated her in my life because her death was sudden , and she was already living in my Aunt’s house for many years . But in spite of the fact that I never had an adult conversation with her (because she lived in our house during my formative years), I always felt that is she is there. Many years after her death, I still dream of her once in a while.
I greatly appreciate my Grandmother, because she assisted my mother in raising me. I wasn’t an easy child to raise. As an infant, I was such a notorious cry baby that only my Grandmother had the patience to tour me around the house during the wee hours of the morning just to calm me. During my formative years, I was very restless and playful but I can never recall my Grandmother ever losing her cool or harshly scolding me. My fond memories with my Grandmother was when she gave me a sip of Coffee, or when she watches Classic Filipino Black and White Films and Professional Wrestling.
At times, I wish my Grandmother was alive. If she were alive today, I would have most probably accompanied her to see Batista and get an autograph, or treat her coffee at Starbucks. But I guess this was not meant to be.
To my Grandmother-wherever you are-I love you!!!!
