So I’m not going to my grandmother’s funeral tomorrow. I’d rather not see her leave. We weren’t close or anything, but my aloof, uninterested expression would (I think) ruin the whole ceremonial process.

I’m not sad, nor am I happy that she died. My expression is stoic, as if I knew it was coming. Sadly, I did not remember the place. (Though the bathrooms were familiar) My cousin said that it was the same place where my lolo had his wake. So like, woah I’m kinda old.

I don’t remember the last thing she said to me. Though I did remember one thing she told me (indirectly) before she died.

Me: Hi lola!
Lola: Hi.
Me: *kisses her on the cheek then walks away*
Lola: Sino nga ba yun? (Who is that again?, to her nurse)
Me: OUCH! (Hahaha.)

I don’t know. Haha. And one thing I remember from her is, as kids, my cousins and I were so noisy. She would curse us always for being to nosy, restless, noisy, messy amongst other things. But I guess, it’s her way of loving.

We all have our different ways, I suppose.