I always knew at the back of my mind that my Lola’s (maternal side) death would be a big blow to me, if and when it would come. We were close, in a sense that she was the most hands on and caring grandparent I had. I have so many memories of her as a kid, too many to mention to be exact. She was that kind of grandmother... the story book version - the one all kids hope to have.
2 years ago, when she had a stroke, I could barely contain myself. I remember it very well. I was out for a friend's birthday dinner. My sister called and said that they were going to rush her to UE. My ate and I frantically made our way to UE just to be with her and my family. Seeing my Lola, post-stroke really did a number on me. I had no idea what to expect. Contrary to belief, first year medicine student do not know what to expect in the clinics. Seeing all that in my Lola really really made an impression. I was at a loss for what to do.
I stayed by her the entire time she was confined. It was exam week so I had early classes and dismissals. I studied by her bedside and only left early in the am to take a shower and get to school. She was finally discharged and the care for my Lola post stroke began.
Lola Mommy post stroke was totally different. Plus the fact that she had Alzheimer’s made things sadder at times. Because of the stroke, she had to be bedridden as she could barely move the left side of her body. Bonding with her meant lying beside her in the bed, talking nonsense and or just watching TV. Even with all that nonsense, you could tell she still cared. even if she couldn’t remember who we were, she'd still care for all of us- asking us not to be home so late, or to not go out cause it was too dark already, or to eat our meals regularly. Even if her illnesses did a number on her, she was still the mommy we all knew and loved.
1 year ago, my mother had a hypoglycemic attack which we thought was a second stroke. I remember being the one beside her in the car as we brought her to the ER. She couldn’t even look at me, directly and I couldn’t bear seeing her like that. I constantly checked her radial pulse and for her chest movements as I was so scared that she was going to literally die in my arms. Thankfully, it was a false alarm… and my family and I were given close to an extra year to be with her.
Fast forward to the past weekend. I was busy with Palarong Med that I was only informed that my Lola was confined due to pneumonia. She had suddenly felt weak and upon examination, my dad heard wheezing. She was rushed to the hospital and we were told to make our way there as soon as we could. That Saturday, I was too tired. Too drained from the entire day that I literally just slept during my hospital visit but I remember promising her that I’d be there the next day.
Sunday night, I arrived and my family and I had dinner by her bedside. I remember joking around with mommy and my tita. She even gave me this why are you so noisy look. I was happy because she looked stable and she didn’t appear to be in any distress. When it was time to leave, I went by her bedside to kiss her for what I did not know would be the last time. I poked fun and told her: Mommy. Pagaling ka ha. Balik ako bukas. May pasok ako. Bisitahin kita.
She didn’t reply but she gave me this mischievous smile that I thought was something like we’ll see. I laughed and kissed her on her forehead and said goodnight. I drove home and fell asleep an hour after we all got back to Paranaque. I was not prepared for the news I heard only 3 hours later.
By some stroke of luck, my dad’s call got through my cell phone (as my room is a dead zone). I didn’t pay attention to it as I thought it was my alarm ringing, telling me to wake up and go to school. For some reason though, I could hear the landline ringing from outside and I found it odd that at this hour Papa hadn’t picked it up yet. I checked my phone and realized it was a phone call. I ran outside and texted my father. He replied: Mommy is dying. Call me.
Those are just some things you’re never prepared to hear. I dialed his number and my father gave me the brief account of what had happened. These are the words I remember from the hazy conversation: Difficulty of breathing. Mommy being toxic since 12mn. She was already intubated and they were just waiting for her to go. Wake up your kuya and Kay, and tell them to prepare themselves. I don’t think Mommy is going to make it na.
I did as I was told and not more than 15 minutes later, Papa called back to confirm that Mommy had passed away. At the age of 82, she was finally at peace. Less than a month shy of her 83rd birthday. My Lola, my namesake, the only grandparent that I truly loved and cared for had finally died. I know we had expected her to leave us soon enough, but not due to pneumonia and not so soon. I just couldn’t believe the reality of it all, and I cried myself to sleep that early morning.
Mommy, till the very end, you cared for us and until the very end, we’ll always love you. No one can deny that you were our favorite grandparent. You loved all of us equally and unconditionally. Even when you could no longer walk, or remember our names, or speak and move for that matter- you still loved all of us dearly and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. No grandchild could ask for more in a grandmother. We (my cousins and I) were lucky to have experienced having you in our lives.
Memories of Mommy’s home cooked meals (Potchero, Mechado and Sopas to name a few), tricycle ride errands, 6am exercises while tuned into the AM radio, fieldtrips and school events you graced, Christmases, Birthdays and New Years, Loola’s store, phone calls for help with homework in Filipino, Sunday afternoon lunches and many more will forever be engraved in our minds. You were a big part of our lives and of others as well. I will forever cherish every single moment we had.
Mommy, sorry at ang ingay ko nung Sunday ha and for the record I’m not mad you didn’t get better. Just to clear things. Also, I’m glad you’re somewhere better, I hope. I just want you to know we really miss you. Thank you so much Mommy. Thank you for the unconditional love. Thank you for everything.
As the priest in your wake said, Until we meet again Mommy.
Now, Rest in Peace.