Lola, Mother, Me.
A couple of weeks ago, my mom's mom (Lola) passed away. When I was little, both my Lolo and Lola lived with my family and took care of me and my siblings. As I got older, they moved in with my cousins and I visited back and forth until they moved back to the Philippines in 2000.
I can not help but think how my Lola was my last living grandparent. Lolo died after my family visited him when I was in middle school. My Grandpa Don, who I jokingly refer to as my white grandfather, died when I was in tenth grade. I never knew my real paternal grandmother; she died of a rare disease back when my father was in his twenties. My step-grandmother I knew till I was four, and then she came down with Alzheimer's and I never saw her again.
With every passing of a grandparent, I find myself regretting not talking in depth to them about their lives. My parents are both of older age, 59 (Mom) and 63 (Dad), so my grandparents have lived long and through so much. What I do know, I want to know more of, but back when I was younger and had the chance I was ignorant enough to pass up the opportunity.
I was planning to visit my Lola in the Philippines during Christmas, but instead my parents are there now and I have been home alone for a few weeks. I had to stay home to work and complete my lesson planning for China. I wanted to visit the country again (I think this would be my fourth time) and to see all my relatives. Hopefully I can visit soon, and pay tribute to both my Lola and Lolo.
