I will skip for a moment the story of My Mind Warned Me for this entry regarding my grandmother’s death. I already have the continuation of the story and might publish it later before this week ends.
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My grandmother Felisa just died last June 3, 2006. She’s my father’s mother. The cause of death, natural death. Born December 8, 1922 at Daram, Samar. Supposed to be turning 84.
How do I feel about her death? Honestly not that much emotional to the point that will make my tears fall, so far. It must be because I did not grew up seeing her that often since we live on a very far distance town. But when I was just a kid, we used to celebrate christmas eve to their house. She always gives me a hug and kiss and some money gift. Christmas is the happiest moments in my life as a kid because this is also the time when all my cousins on the father side and I are united and bonded like more than brothers. Moments that I longed at my current adult years because we no longer celebrate that christmas eve anymore. Poverty separated use all and so when I graduated college (only one finished college so far), a mission has been written on my destiny. To unite our clan and to educate all my couseins who do not have the means of educating themselves. God help me…
As for my lola Felisa, may your soul rest in peace to the hands of God. We love you very much and would forever be thankful for bringing us to this world.
LONG LIVE OUR CLAN!!!
