My deceased grandmother died around April 10, 2010 at exactly 6 in the morning when we were supposed to have a parade in the village, and then there were 5 priests which was very weird because they never got the chance to be all present at one event, but they were. We thought it was a miracle. We thanked God for 5 priests and a big crowd praying over our dear grandmother.
She was the nicest person in the whole world. She died because of breast cancer stage IV. She never said to us that her breasts were hurting. She was always giving me horse rides while I’m on top of her legs then she’ll go up and down with her legs so I would be like hopping although I’m sitting. It was the horse ride. I miss it so much. She would never get angry. I had seen her angry, but it was only once. And I never saw it again. She was really the nicest person you could ever find. She would know what you needed. She would know what you wanted to eat. She cooks the best meals ever. Even those food I hate, she would make me love it. She was that amazing at cooking. She’s an all-rounder.
Sings really melodically, nice, always making people happy, busy, she cooks, does the laundry, cleans the house, just about everything. And when we would really want to help her, she wouldn’t want our help. I think I was the only one who she let her help with the dish washing anyway. She’s an angel God had given us. Those were my best years until she went up home. Your were the best, Nanay Ats. I love you so dearly and deeply. I miss you so terribly. I know you’re ok there and I know I will be ok soon, too. Thank you for all those years. You’ve sacrificed yourself for all of us. You took all the pain anyone wold want to get. You took all the blame, all the bad words your brother-in-law said to you. And I assure you that we will be alright. I know Lola Meding also misses you, well, because she is your sister, and also because you never hated anyone.
I miss the way when you would go down the stairs and take a few minutes, but I never have been impatient when I was always behind you going down those stairs. I was used to it. I miss the way where you would touch your big mole and the hair and say that you’re going to put it onto my neck, the same way where it was in yours. I miss your voice. I miss the horse rides. I miss hanging outside the house with you. I miss washing the dishes with you. I miss cooking with you. I miss your soft, wrinkly skin. I miss seeing you sleep. I miss helping you. I miss seeing you eat using your hands. I miss seeing you pull your legs up the seats every time you sit. I miss you. :(
She was known as the nicest person in the house. And I would never let anyone take that crown from her. It will be he award for being the greatest grandmother you could ever have.
What will I be remembered for? She was the nicest of all, what will I be?
The fact when somebody passes away and everyone says the family would eventually forget the past with them, but for me it isn’t going to happen. It will only fade, but I will never forget because she was there. She was the happiest years. I have a memory to not forget everything about her. ☺
This book circles all around the words: family, friends and school. In short, relationships and school.
This book is my favorite book as of now by Sarah Dessen. I don’t want to take up too much of your time so I’ll let you read the best (2) and one of the funniest lines there.
Ruby: “Remember Thanksgiving at our house?”
Cora: “No.” *she said softly* “Not really.”
Ruby: “Me neither.”
One of the funniest conversation in the book, ever!
Through my tears, I could hear her saying it was all going to be okay, and I knew she believed this. But I was sure of something, too: it’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching, and rarely discovered—so many locks, not enough keys.
I believe in this. It is quite easier to be lost than found.
Our family of origin, the family we created, as well as the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them were perfect, and we couldn’t expect them to be. You couldn’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build a world from it.
We should never tell anyone that they’re your world because they never will be the whole world, they will only be a part of your built world. Someone might be able to fill up that space when you built the world, you just have to wait. :)
Not everyone’s love story ends happy, that’s just how life really is, but nobody ever realizes.
Nag like lang siya ng sagot ko sa isang question sa ask.fm kinilig na agad ako. Hay nako, Diana.
These bags under my eyes are all because of me sleeping late, but most of the time I can’t sleep because of you. You confuse me so much. You make me overthink so much. These butterflies are all because of you. You are the reason why I’m getting these bags bigger. You are the reason why I’m sad. You. It’s always been about you. YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU!