My lola is now 89 years old. She thinks my dad is her nephew and my brother is his sibling. She never forgets Nate as she continually asks why I always leave him at home whenever I come to visit. She is strong and still consistently speaks English. She even corrects our grammar. She served as principal in a College at Rizal, Zamboanga del Norte. I heard she was one of the terror but efficient and effective teachers of her time. When my siblings and I were young, she used to teach us action songs of praise both in English and Bisaya. My lola and I also share the same mole placement on our forehead. What a wonderful long life she has. Yesterday we celebrated our birthday. Happy birthday to us, Lola Consor. :)
Here's a candle for every year of my life. When you reach this age, there's just very little need for drama. Nature’s gift to me? ** sniff sniff ** my flu-like cough and colds, plus heartache.
Cheers to another start of another year’s countdown.