LOLA ni ROMMEL

----- ---this post is dedicated to ROMMEL POSADAS for making sure i remember my lola everynight of my life while i am away. sniff sniff...


LOLA ni ROMMEL

I thank God He created LOLAs. Arent they just the sweetest things in the whole universe?

I am one big lolas girl, i wanted to be everything my lola was. Pretty, concious, always graceful... the list goes on oh my lola was just the best. Shes really and i mean really is everything to me. I was always the extraordinarily challenged grandaughter too.. i was never a weakling but i am the worlds biggest crybaby, my lola would dote me with every little qualms that i have shes just so much of a darling shed always remind me that of all her apos i am the one closest to her heart.

Then i met Rommel.... my heart melted when he said that he is constantly left at home with his lola since childhood. I was beginning to realize this is something i have just got to see. Its for the first time at that.

Of course i know lots of grandmas being the really mommys to their apos in certain situations. This is specially true here in the Philippines, since Filipinos practice extended families. But a guy? for real....

I heard Rommel asking his Lola why the viand just doesnt taste like anything - bland. I heard his Lola grunted. It send butterflies to my stomach just thinking about it. I confusingly looked outside my window just to keep tears from falling. I was painfully missing my own grandma, she cooked my every meal when i was a baby until it was my time to just start my own life. I missed how she prepared her tasty treats loaded with much vegetables to extend the viand or just to simply force upon me that veggies are good, no matter how foul looking they are.

These days i while time away with just talking to Rommel over the phone, i keep hearing his lola asking him to do this or that. And i miss the days when i grumble in silence as my lola would force to learn how to knit, how to clean up the house, how to cook, how to bake. And in my heart i wished very sincerely that i would be there one more time.... i would definitely never grumble this time lola. I promise.

Then i heard Rommel's lola ask him to turn the television volume just a little bit up, she was watching wrestling -- the dramatized one .... i wanted to laugh in a more silly way than i did this past couple of days. It felt like a surreal idea of where i wanted myself to be.

My lola is now 92 years old, a thousand miles away. She uses the wheelchair, because of artrhitis her old and battered knees that fed nine children and nurtured more than 50 grandchildren gave way. My lola's eyes are still the same though she would intensely gaze at me even in her sometimes gaily way of not remembering everything. LOLa gazed at me and shed always say, kahit sinong apo pa ikaw lang ang kahit kailan lagi nasa puso ko (of all my grandchildren you'll always be the one here in my heart).

Now i can finally say i rest my case in finding out what lola's are for really in this world.