I turned 30, two days ago. And sadly, I didn't get to visit my grandmother's tomb just like what I did for the last couple of years. I go there not because she is there but because it is one tangible place that I can divulge my most intimate feelings and desires. She, after all, has always been my sounding board.
I was only 3 years old when she and my grandpa took me to live in Bukidnon. I basically grew up with them on a farm.
I remember her with the sweetness that every grandmother seems to project. She didn’t have a perfect life but she made sure I would grow up to be grateful to God and to what life had to offer.
She was the best grandma and God, I just miss her.
She passed away 7 years ago. I wish I had more time with her. But I keep telling myself that one day, we will be together again. But for now I am sure she is just up there, looking down, wishing I will make the most out of my life and be grateful that once, I had her, my Lola, my sweet nana.
I miss you..
Love,
Gg
