Today Nanay Olid is supposed to have turned ninety-three years old had she never left five months ago. Yes it's been five months but it still seems like yesterday. I constantly dream of her which means I still have not let her go.
I miss all the coversations which always turned funny when Nanay would say words that none of us at home would understand though we knew what she meant. I miss teasing her. I miss seeing my younger brother teasing her even more and I miss the even funnier conversations she had with Papa. I miss buying her mangoes and telling her that the "orange juice" on the table is her favorite "tubà" (coconut wine) just so that she would eat. I just terribly miss her...
I miss all the coversations which always turned funny when Nanay would say words that none of us at home would understand though we knew what she meant. I miss teasing her. I miss seeing my younger brother teasing her even more and I miss the even funnier conversations she had with Papa. I miss buying her mangoes and telling her that the "orange juice" on the table is her favorite "tubà" (coconut wine) just so that she would eat. I just terribly miss her...
