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LOLO STAYED FOR A WHILE
Shared by Christopher N. Dapadap for Team 'La Familia Longganisa'
I had a few memories about my Grandpa…who is Lolo Deo, because I was too young to remember all of that when he was still alive back then. My relationship with my Lolo Deo is like any other, we would eat breakfast all the time and have a short walk together after that. Every time we go for a walk, he brings his favorite telescope for us to see the crater of the beautiful Mayon Volcano. That time, he was the only person that had a telescope in our place, so many people borrowed his telescope especially when the volcano is erupting.
Lolo Deo is also very good at playing chess and checker. I remember when my Lola would tell me about Lolo and his playmate. She tells that every time they play, it always end with no one winning. Instead fighting and arguing about the game, but in the end they both agree somehow. When his friend is not around and there is no one else in the house who knows how to play such games, he only sits on his favorite chair drinking his favorite coffee. Lolo had an unusual behavior or perhaps mannerism… He keeps raising his right hand frequently whenever he feels relax or at ease. I didn’t have the chance to ask him why he really does that.
Time did come and finally, my Lolo’s life had come to an end. Little did I know that on that morning he had a heart attack. I asked my Lola what happened but she didn’t answer. After that, people started coming in our house and they were carrying my Lolo’s cold body right before my eyes. I was so curious about what happened to my Lolo, and this time I asked my mother about what really happened to him. She said “Your Lolo passed away”. I don’t really understand that moment when my mother told me. I don’t know perhaps because I was too young or I don’t know the meaning of “death” at that time. Back then, I only thought that Lolo is just going for a short walk or visiting another place. Even on the day of the funeral I kept asking my family why they were crying and weeping and why Lolo was in the “box” but they all didn’t answer.
Days passed after the funeral. I still feel his presence and even the smell of Lolo remains in our house. I think that’s the reason why I didn’t feel lonely at that time. I’m hearing his voice from the distance like he was laughing at times. And what I remember the most was when every late night, I would still see him sit on his favorite chair in his favorite place on the table. I think I was the only one who saw such for my Mother, my Lola, and my Aunt would usually sleep early and I was the only one left awake. I am so awake because the chair would move on its on! The cat sleeping on that chair even left and transferred to another place because it was also disturbed. I didn’t really see Lolo moving the chair, but I knew it was he. It would happen every night and I didn’t told my family about it because I knew that they wouldn’t believe me. It seems Impossible but it happened to me!
Time did come and finally, my Lolo’s life had come to an end. Little did I know that on that morning he had a heart attack. I asked my Lola what happened but she didn’t answer. After that, people started coming in our house and they were carrying my Lolo’s cold body right before my eyes. I was so curious about what happened to my Lolo, and this time I asked my mother about what really happened to him. She said “Your Lolo passed away”. I don’t really understand that moment when my mother told me. I don’t know perhaps because I was too young or I don’t know the meaning of “death” at that time. Back then, I only thought that Lolo is just going for a short walk or visiting another place. Even on the day of the funeral I kept asking my family why they were crying and weeping and why Lolo was in the “box” but they all didn’t answer.
Days passed after the funeral. I still feel his presence and even the smell of Lolo remains in our house. I think that’s the reason why I didn’t feel lonely at that time. I’m hearing his voice from the distance like he was laughing at times. And what I remember the most was when every late night, I would still see him sit on his favorite chair in his favorite place on the table. I think I was the only one who saw such for my Mother, my Lola, and my Aunt would usually sleep early and I was the only one left awake. I am so awake because the chair would move on its on! The cat sleeping on that chair even left and transferred to another place because it was also disturbed. I didn’t really see Lolo moving the chair, but I knew it was he. It would happen every night and I didn’t told my family about it because I knew that they wouldn’t believe me. It seems Impossible but it happened to me!
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