Her lips may have trembled
But her words were firm
Her eyesight may have blurred
But her gaze was steady
Her hands may have shook
But her grip was strong
She may have been fragile
But her soul was brave
Last Friday, my Lola (grandmother) died. I just woke up, wanting to charge my phone when my dad entered my room and said "Lola passed away." For days I've been recalling memories of her with everyone in it. It's a known fact though, that we all believe she'll be in heaven. It's just that every time i saw her body in the casket, i can't believe that she's all made up prettily, sleeping, grasping a rosary in her gold dress, as if saying goodbye to us a final time. Which is true, and i accept, but i still can't believe she's really gone from us. Believing is different from accepting. It's the first death of someone whom i was close to with, that i have experienced. To think it would suddenly end so soon. But we knew the time was near.
To Lola, you are in God's hand. Wait for us. I love you.