In loving memory of my Lolama

I didn't know how to write this post to start. I wasn't sure if I should post what happened today, but I do so, am because I don't want to forget.

My Lolama was a sweet and simple person. A woman, I have looked up to. A woman who loved your family.  Was the first person in your family to join the Iglesia ni Cristo (Church of Christ).

After she learned that worshipping idols or graven you went pictures against the commandments of God were home and threw away all idols and graven images, that you and your family had ever owned. As my grandfather figured out, what do you pursue it; But despite the persecutions that you faced to participate to the Church, never beirrt you in their faith. Instead you kept always up to the promises which God had in store for you.  By the grace of God you entered church members her husband and children opened. As one of her grandsons, I can proudly say that our membership you ever could have shared true wealth in the Iglesia ni Cristo with us.

I miss you so much! My heart and my mind is full of so much memories with her. Here are a few reminders that over and over in my mind played yet today…

1) The book that you kept in your room. It had a list of the names of your family, from their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. You would list these names and next to each name the date's birthday, wedding anniversary, home address and telephone number of the person.  It was your way to keep family tree. As a young child I knew that this book, which was held special and important.

(2) When I was younger, and my parents were working late into the night, you would join me and my siblings to our room and stay with us while we slept. You really took care of every one of her grandsons.

(3) It has on taught me how do re MI you play and when you found out I was taking piano lessons, piano was happy for me. She made me feel like, I was a talented child pianist. : D

4) After my baptism I went to your home, and I told her I had just been baptized. A few minutes later, gives me a $2 Bill wrapped in a plastic with a post it note, says: in remembrance of your baptism, 14 April 1990 - from Lolama.  I thought that was the coolest gift ever (being that it for the first time I saw a $2 bill), and it really help date me not forget my baptism.

(5) The last time I have to keep to your hand. I held her hand and rub your skin and your arms felt so soft. I told her that you do not have many wrinkles as Lolopa.  I stayed at her bedside page people think how happy I am, your in my life.  Showing I kept their family photos on my blog about my iPhone.

6) Her smile. I miss her smile.

My grandmother, my Lolama, died this morning. I can not still believe, that you went, but I know, just resting, out of your visit, and someday, this will we see you again.

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