"Shopping spree in Escolta. Birthday parties in our ancestral house in Tanza. My own little bed in the master bedroom. Cabinets full of toys. Home cooked lunch and snacks personally delivered at the doorsteps of my classroom. Dates at the Tennis Club in Rosario. Sunday mass. Hide and seek at the Public Cemetery LOL. Lessons on Japanese Occupation, Philippine folklore and mythology, love for education, and stories of their youth. My scratch free knees and elbows. Tangle –free hair. My fresh and crispy school uniforms. My nannies. Walking First Aid Kit and anti-mosquito repellant. My school bus. My personal security. My Pep squad. Coddlers. Financiers. My first line of defence. My allies. My Fans. So they say I have his sense of humor … I wish I have his pride, too. They say I have her brains, I wish I have her grace. All the perks I got and enjoyed for being the first grandchild. There are no trade-offs with grandparents. Thank you for the love and all the wonderful memories, Lolo Tatay and Lola Nanay. I wish we still have you guys around. Love always --- your Ebey."
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Easy Sunday morning, my daughter and I visiting memorials of Lola Meding (mine) and Lola Miles (hers). Next month, I'm planning to bring her to Naic, for Lolo Tatay. May be jusz a little pep and preps, small old public cemeteries are oh sooooo far far in many ways from upscale memorial parks. I've always planned to have my Lolo interred with Lola but with due respect, it was Lolo's dying wishes to be buried together with his parents.
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