I am one lucky granddaughter.

Lolo passed away yesterday morning at a reasonable and blissful age of 95 years. I did not expect it to happen this soon – this soon that he did not see me achieve the way I imagined, that he was not able to experience what I want to provide him by the time I am truly successful. I wanted to see him smile as he sees me grow professionally and personally. I wanted to see him happy just as how he was when he walked me to the stage during my preschool and elementary graduation, when he welcomed me home from my high school graduation (he was weak to come with me back then), when he waited for me to come home during college breaks and after college, when he talked to me on the phone while I was here in Manila studying and eventually working. I wanted to make him proud, to make him feel that all his sacrifices for me are worth it. By sacrifices I mean SACRIFICES. Lolo, since I was a child, has become a father to me. From the time our family moved to Romblon when I was 4, Lolo has been s...