There goes another cliche - "when it rains, it
pours".
The early morning of November 6, my Lola Insing
passed away. She is the mother of my mother, and my last immediate
living grandparent. Her demise was not untimely, as she was already
87 years old and has been bed-ridden for a year. She was not sick, it
was classic old age. Her remaining days she has taken to not eating,
and would only take milk and oatmeal.
It still hurt, so much so since she left three
months after Daddy.
She died on the birth anniversary of Lolo Bete.
We remember her as one strong lady who would commute
to our house, with her other apos in tow, bringing vegetables
and rice. She sew most of our pambahay shorts then and she
made the yummiest espasol. I craved her espasol when I
was pregnant three years ago but the vigorous stirring wore her out
so my aunt made them for me. She had many Ilocano expressions that us
apos would mimic and say to each other.
2017 has been my personal annus horribilis.
Hoping to look forward to a better 2018.
