In Memory of My Mama

We buried my lola last weekend. She died of stroke last July 29 just before the sunset. My lola was my mother. She was the one who changed my diapers, rocked me to sleep, fed and bathe me, sent me to school, raised me, loved me, and understood me.

To this day I can still hear our conversations and snapshots of our time together still plays in my mind.   I’ll forever treasure those, Mama. I’ll make sure Zyke grows up knowing how much you loved him. I’ll make sure he remember how you welcomed us into your home when we still couldn’t afford our own place, how you gave us your own bed just so we would be comfortable, and how you took care of  Zyke the way you took care of me.   I can still remember the last time we visited you on your birthday, you were sitting in your chair and your face crumpled and your eyes welled up with tears the moment you saw Zyke.  At your wake, he prayed for Jesus to wake you up so he’ll be happy. I’m sure your apo, even at his young age, has felt your love for him and loved you back.

I love you, Mama. You showed me what unselfish love means and I’m forever grateful. I know you will be happy now beside Papa and you will no longer feel pain. You’re gone now but you’re very much alive in my mind and in my heart.

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