---To my late grandmother, I miss you!

Dreams.

I awoke sobbing and I could hardly breath,tears were streaming down my cheeks.The dream was so vivid that I was still carrying the feeling in me. I was holding an elderley woman's hands, and I was telling her that I missed her a lot...and I do now.my grandmother.

She was one I always ran to when my mom reprimands me. Her house was around 10 kilometers away, so when I go visit them, I sleep over most of the time. At a young age, I find no value to so many things, of which I could have kept. When I would spend the night, she would tell me stories during the WW2 and the Japanese era. Since she became a teacher once, her Spanish tongue would utter words jargon in my innocent ears. I would sit on her lap when dusk comes, her shivering hands running through my hair was so ever relaxing ...and so all I know is, it's dawn. In the morning I'd open her closet,dig up her belonging and find valuable items. I also remember how she kept her old bags and purse carefully and whenever I take time to disorganize it, she'd pinch me to the littlest until I couldnt almost feel it. She also taught me Latin prayers, of which I still know by heart until today. Whenever my grandparents would argue, they'd speak Spanish most of the time..and I realized I hope I had listened enough so that I have learned. Both of them hailed from Spanish families so it's not really peculiar that they know it. During death anniversaries, I would accompany her as she administer the prayers, and give me few bucks sometimes.
There are so many fond memories of her kept in me, and I didn't realized she's already passed almost fifteen years ago because most of the times I recall of her were the happiest.The day she died in the province was my defense day in college, so I wasnt there on her funeral. For me it was a good thing I didnt see her in a lifeless state. All that I keep in my memories when I close my eyes is how fun I spent my childhood with her, and her shivering hands on my hair while her WW2 stories is coming back and forth to me...I miss you Lola!