I grew up with her. My lola Rosa is a second mother to me. We shared the same bed, we ate together, we were inseparable.
She was religious. Through her, I learned the value of attending Sunday mass on a regular basis. I frequently accompanied her to her Friday novena at Quiapo church. She also had this 3pm prayer novena inside her room and we would normally pray together before she'd let me play outside with my cousins.
During my elementary days, our normal activity would be waking up at around 8 or 9 in the morning and since I attended afternoon classes, we would study and go over my past lessons and she would patiently check on my notes in school. That was to prepare me in case we would have unannounced quiz. She also encouraged me to read in advance. She encouraged me to participate in class discussions. After that morning rituals, I'd be ready for school. When I got home, my lola would have already prepared meryenda. And I would be allowed to watch our favorite primetime shows after dinner. My lola really guided me with my studies. She was with me every step of the way.
She was very easy to please and very appreciative. She never reprimanded me whenever there were some things I did that she didn't approve of. She was very giving. There were people whom she helped open-handedly. She was not just generous to us but to other people as well.
My beloved lola died when I was 15 . It was a wee hour when I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Suddenly my uncle came to our house and told us to go straight to lola's room. She was gone. I was heart broken. I led the prayer of the holy rosary. I knew she wanted me to.
Once in a while, I still have dreams of her. I didn't know if they were messages but I tell them anyways to my mother. My lola never forgets my birthday. In my dreams, she greets me.
She is my inspiration. She treated me as her own. And I will always be grateful for that. I am deeply thankful for all those memorable years and inspiring lessons. She was my mentor.
I can never ever forget her. She will always hold a very special place in my heart. I love her so much and I'm missing her...
xxxXxxx
This was written in my journal and was dated back March 20, 2003. Today is her birthday, would have been her 101st birthday. It has been 26 years since she passed away and up until now I still miss her. A part of who I am now was because of her love and nurture. And because of her we wouldn't have a special bond any apo could have wished to have had.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLA ROSA. LOVE YOU.
She was religious. Through her, I learned the value of attending Sunday mass on a regular basis. I frequently accompanied her to her Friday novena at Quiapo church. She also had this 3pm prayer novena inside her room and we would normally pray together before she'd let me play outside with my cousins.
During my elementary days, our normal activity would be waking up at around 8 or 9 in the morning and since I attended afternoon classes, we would study and go over my past lessons and she would patiently check on my notes in school. That was to prepare me in case we would have unannounced quiz. She also encouraged me to read in advance. She encouraged me to participate in class discussions. After that morning rituals, I'd be ready for school. When I got home, my lola would have already prepared meryenda. And I would be allowed to watch our favorite primetime shows after dinner. My lola really guided me with my studies. She was with me every step of the way.
She was very easy to please and very appreciative. She never reprimanded me whenever there were some things I did that she didn't approve of. She was very giving. There were people whom she helped open-handedly. She was not just generous to us but to other people as well.
My beloved lola died when I was 15 . It was a wee hour when I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Suddenly my uncle came to our house and told us to go straight to lola's room. She was gone. I was heart broken. I led the prayer of the holy rosary. I knew she wanted me to.
Once in a while, I still have dreams of her. I didn't know if they were messages but I tell them anyways to my mother. My lola never forgets my birthday. In my dreams, she greets me.
She is my inspiration. She treated me as her own. And I will always be grateful for that. I am deeply thankful for all those memorable years and inspiring lessons. She was my mentor.
I can never ever forget her. She will always hold a very special place in my heart. I love her so much and I'm missing her...
xxxXxxx
This was written in my journal and was dated back March 20, 2003. Today is her birthday, would have been her 101st birthday. It has been 26 years since she passed away and up until now I still miss her. A part of who I am now was because of her love and nurture. And because of her we wouldn't have a special bond any apo could have wished to have had.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLA ROSA. LOVE YOU.
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