When Lorie found out she was pregnant, she had a hunch that this year, my grandmother will pass away. Her grandfather died when she was still carrying Rohan in her womb. I guess souls really do get recycled. I wish my grandma hadn't died this year, so she can see (or touch, because her eyesight is weak) her fourth great grandkid.
But at age 90. She has lived her life to the fullest. She saw her 2 sons blossom into men and live successful lives. She saw her grandchildren grow into adults, and even felt the touch of her great grandkids. Most people die early, but she has the privilege to live her life to the very end. I envy her for that. I wish she could live until age 100+
It was my sister who witnessed her passage from this life to the next. It wasn't hard and painful. She did not suffer from any disease. Although her condition has slowly been deteriorating for the last 6 months. I think about May 15, 2008 as the day she forgot to breathe. My sis texted me, that night, we had to work overtime. I did not shed a tear, nor did I have a breakdown, like most people do when they hear someone close to them passed away. I think my exact words are: "shit, patay na lola ko".
The thing I'll remember most about her is her sweetness and white hair. Before Lorie and I were married, we visited her at their house in Manila. That time, my parents were not to keen about me and Lorie's relationship, and it was Lola Miling who said "everything will be fine as long as you love each other".
She was right.
She'll be buried tomorrow May 20, 2008 at Loyola Memorial in Marikina.
Her interment is on Our Lady of Peace Memorial Chapels (Chapel D) in Antipolo (near the church). Today is the last day (May 19, 2008).
