I never was able to truly talk with my Lola, meaning knowing her innermost feelings. But I would always hear her stories of her life, about how she grew up, how she loved her kids, her life in America and her devotion to the church. I remember how her day always began early… real early. She would always ask me to do things for her especially in preparing her coffee

I remember how she would always hear mass everyday. I remember how she would be ready an hour before she would go to church. She always wanted to go early so she could get a seat up front and pray before the mass began.

She loved having someone to talk to… she would even talk to my friends when they would drop by at home and would share her views in life and the difference during her time. Sometimes I wished she understood some of the things that we did, living in this world that was so strange to her. She would even imagine how life would be if her departed loved ones were alive. Though there were things that she didn’t understand in this modern world, that didn't stop her from being who she was. She was our Lola, complete with all the little intricacies and particularities that she had.

She was my constant companion until those weeks when her condition changed. During this time, lots of family and friends came over and visited her, lending a bit of support, which was greatly appreciated. Tita Cora and Tita Doris from America stayed with Lola and took care of her. She was very happy seeing her two daughters taking care of her

Lola was and will always be my source of inspiration, my image of devotion to family for having always been there for us and anyone else she took under her wings. She taught me the value of the things I have, knowing that if situations were different I wouldn't have anything. I'm sure she will always be watching over us like she always did, peeking from time to time from heaven making sure we're ok. I'm sure she's probably taking a break up there in heaven watching us.
We love you Lola. We'll pray for you.