VISIT TO MY GRANDMOTHER We spent the whole day at Golden Haven, the name of the place where my lola was laid to rest. Our trip was a day earlier than I expected, since we always visit her grave on the 1st.

Sadly though, even though we spent the whole day there, I didn't feel like I made the most out of our visit. Instead of reflecting and praying for my lola, my mind was on other things. I was thinking how bad I felt over someone. (That someone shall remain undisclosed.) It didn't help that I also brought a book to pass the time. Well, I guess I was really feeling blah the whole day, like some miserable crumb.

Thinking about her, it just reminds me that what I knew about her later on in life was someone perpetually bedridden, recognizing just one person, a maid of ours before. My memory of her as someone who taught me who Christ was, who recorded every fact in the books, (to exercise her mind, I believe) and left a legacy of respect to elders - well, it just took a backseat because the memories were just so vague. I wish we could have learned from each other when I was a bit older. She was simply one of the kindest people that I ever knew.

It's been more than six years since she passed away. I wonder where would I be if she didn't pass away? I wonder what her influence on me would be in my later years, if old age didn't rob her of her wisdom and experience?

I wonder...