Lolo Jaime

(7:16 pm) There is this photo album, blue photo album. I know what photos are inside that album: my Grandfather's funeral. Pictures taken from the last night of his wake until his final destination, at the cementery. I was ignoring that album, fighting not to look at it again, for the whole day, until now.

After doing my chores, I decided to take a look at it again. And then, as I saw his picture, I realized something: I STILL misss him. Tears welled up, can't help it. I remember all the memories all I had of him; from riding me to school and picking me up after class, preparing meals for me, making chocolate drink for me in the morning, buying taho for me so when I wake up in tje morning, there's a glass of taho in the middle of our dining table for me. 😊I also remember the way he laughs. He is a serious person, maybe because he is a veteran, so when he laugh, I knew that he really found it funny.  He taught me how to achieve really shiny black leather shoes. Military secret I guess... And then, there are times I regret so many things. I regret that I never told him how much I love him. I hope he knows. God, I hope. I can only hope. I regret also not spending time with him more especially those times when he was sick. College got most of my time. I now know that that's not a good reason. Should've been there for him. 😢

But those are too late now. He's gone for almost 7 years now. But I will never ever forget him. He will always be with me, in my heart.

So, Lolo, wherever you are, I miss you so much! And I love you very, very much! Thank you for raising me and my sister. It wasn't your responsibility, but you still did. You have and always have my utmost respect and love. I will make you proud. Always.