It's been eight days since you left us and my heart still hurts.
I miss you deeply, Lola*.
Whenever I walk in your room it's as if you're still there, lying in bed. But I'd like to remember you sitting on the porch, waiting for me, and seeing your big smile whenever I come home. Or when you're sipping a cup of coffee, asking me if I already have breakfast. Or hearing all your stories from your (difficult) childhood to how you (together with Lolo) worked so hard just to send your children to school until they finished college.
You lived with so much strength and courage, even in your last days.
I know the time will come when you will meet God and I only have one favor, I pray and ask Him to give you a big hug. But more than that, I know that God will shower you with eternal love, peace, and happiness.
*Lola is a Filipino word for grandmother.
Lolo is a Filipino word for grandfather.
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