Teresita 'Esing' Brigoli Trazo

Thinking about doing this brings tears to my eyes already; that's how much I miss my Grandma aka Grandmizzle. My Grandmizzle (Teresita "Esing" Brigoli Trazo), was born in Tuburan, Cebu in the Philippines on February 28, 1928. I wasn't born yet when she was so I had no clue what she was doing as a child. But when married, I know, with all her strength she raised 9 kids. All kids named by the order of the alphabet:

A=Alexander, B=Brenda, C=Claudette, D=Danilo, E=Eileen, F=Frank, G=Grace, H=Howard, and I=Irving.

Then came me after so many years. By looking at some old family pictures, my grandma loved me! She loves me just as much as she loves everybody! I saw in the pictures how she's always there by my side making me happy, watching me, feeding me, carrying me, and etc. True Grandma - word up! As the years came, I developed something called, "memory", that I still have till this day and remember some of those memories. Lets start in Bell Gardens, California. I was in kindergarten and my grandparents lived next door. I remember always going there because our grandparents would watch over me and my sisters when we were done with school and our parent's was still at work. I remember this one time I was hungry and wanted some cereal but my Grandma had no milk. Instead of putting like real homoginized milk, I think she put in evaporated or condensed milk instead. Boy, it was nasty and I don't think I even finished it! I remember one time when my head got stuck in one of her chairs and I couldn't get out and I was crying and stuff. I think I blacked out because I don't know how I got out. But I knew it was my grandma who set me free from the wrath of the chair. Lets just say we all moved and my grandma moved away to another city called Norwalk and we moved in another city called Bellflower. That time I didn't know the importance of relationships, shoot, I didn't even know what relationship meant back then. Grandma here and Grandma there. Nothing really went on as the years pass by just the simple "Hi grandma", and, "Bye Grandma". 1997 changed everything for me. My mom's mom [other grandma] died in San Francisco from an Aneurism [I don't know if that's the correct spelling]. You can say I was mad, not even mad, but pissed off because no relationship there. It was sad because the only time I had a relationship with my mom's mom was when I was little. When I look at my other Grandma, Teresita, same thing. Only relationship I had with her is when I was little. I desired to change that. I admit, it took awhile for me to get started. To take those steps to build this bond with my last grandma. Lets say I failed; I failed to do so. I was just doing the same; "Hi", and, "Bye" crap. Now, I think she's gonna die. I heard from my parents that my grandma was rushed to the hospital in Lakewood. She was bleeding severly inside. It scared me, I remember being in my room teary eyed because I thought this was it; I was thinking she's gonna die and I didn't build that relationship with her. By God's Grace and Healing Power she was healed. She was ok and running. I remember one time visiting her with my dad, she was happy to see me and I wanted to cry. I still remember that big smile upon her face and I remember smiling so big that my cheek bones were about to cover my eyes because I was happy to see her "ok"! That's when things went for the better. I started talking to my grandma, volunteering to help her walk somewhere, and helping her out of the car. Family gathering produced and I would ask my Grandma if she wanted anything but always rejected me...hehe! Worse came for worse. Another shocker and another doubt. She went to the hospital because of her diabetes. She was in the Hosital for a long time! She was ok; she went home like after nearly living in the hospital. From this, this wierd bond happened; a trio - between my cousin Lee, my Grandma, and I. See, I wouldn't eat when I go to my Grandma's house because I'm shy. So, I was telling my cousins one time like, "I'm so hungry", then here comes Lee yelling, "Grandma, Stephen's hungry", and my Grandma called me and literally made me eat. Ever since then, that was the special bond. The sad part is that my Grandma kept on having attacks and it brings that question to my mind even stronger, "is this my Grandma's time?". So many attacks! For awhile, she wasn't being herself. Everytime my cousins would yell, "Grandma, Stephen's hungry", I would respond back [in a lie though], "No Grandma their lying, i'm not hungry". She wouldn't make me eat anymore and she wouldn't ask if i'm hungry. She would look at me and laugh. I would laugh too because the dork I am I found that funny. To be continued....The Grandmizzle Legacy Lives On!