My grandmother died a little over an hour ago at 4pm. I called my mom in UAE. It had to be me to tell my mother that her mother passed. It’s not a really great feeling. I choked as I heard my mother pause and started sobbing. I remember her telling me that my dad is dead back in 1999 and I knew she was in a daze yet hurt when she told me that. I don’t think anybody wants to be the bearer of the grim reaper’s news.
I called my aunt and she was sniffling and sobbing. My cousin was crying on the phone. I thought of my grandfather. He must be devastated. He was. I was told he inconsolable.
She has been sick for quite some time. That woman has had a hard life. Growing up dirt poor with numerous children in a life I can only watch in a Lino Brocka film.
When I was young I was fascinated by her long white hair and her tired eyes. She looked too exhausted to be an enkantada yet she seemed to be gliding.
The last time I saw and spoke to Lola was last December, after Christmas. Here are some of the last shots I took of her:
Mom is showing my grandparents a photo of my sister’s wedding.
I took this shot of my grandparents nonplussed by the party and were contently watching TV:
Good-bye, Lola. May you finally know rest and peace.
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