This is my lola, Trinidad Gallegos Reyes, Nanay to me and the rest of the family. She's my mom's mom, and she has been taking care of us since we were kids. Being the eldest girl in our family, I have been closest to her. I spend a lot of time with her, just playing and hanging around at her house. She has always been there when my mom wasn't around. She's a very sweet and loving lola not only to me but to all of my cousins too. :) She is now 83 years of age, and I am really very thankful to have her as my lola.
Recently, she has been very sick. She has Dementia, an ailment in the brain triggered by stroke. She used to be so strong, went here, went there, done this, done that. But little by little, her body became weak, she wouldn't eat anymore, until she couldn't move anymore. Now she is bed ridden, very weak. Sometimes we notice that she already stops breathing. Sometimes, even her heartbeat stops already. As painful as it is, we have to let her go because we can't contain anymore seeing her in that condition. She's still here, but her body is really very weak right now, and we all know that she has so much pain in it. That's why if it is God's will to take her, we will wholeheartedly give her back.
I found this in her stuff. I didn't know she was keeping a picture of me when I was still young. When I saw this, I wanted to burst into tears, I was touched. I love her so much. She used to give me 'baon' before going to school even if she knows that I already have money from my mom, even if she has no money. She cooks the best Nilaga and Dinuguan in the whole wide world. She loves my Jorelle too, she always accomodate him whenever he is here, more than my mom does. She is a very loving lola, and I'm proud to say that she is my Nanay.
Now, here she is, very sick and weak. I have told her how much I love her. I miss the Nanay who always gives me food, who always cares for me, who selflessly cares for all the people around her.
I may grow old and change, but I'll always be Nanay's Little Girl. :')
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