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[shadow_Uzumaki]

It's interesting. Going 20 on Friday. But, whereas it would've been a joyous occasion; instead it has turned to something else entirely, mourning.

Tonight, at 9:50 PM, Central Time, US, my grandma, my father's mother, the woman who basically raised me through the first 7 years of my life, passed away when they pulled the plug on her coma in the Philippines.

I cannot help but feel nostalgic in regards to that old battle axe. She was harsh, strict, and very obsessive with cleanliness. She was smothering, in a way, partly responsible with my low self-esteem. She angered easily, hitting me if I cried or did something bad. She even refused to feed me for a few minutes (can't remember the exact time, it seemed to go forever because I was so damn hungry) because I didn't want to eat the lunch she cooked. She would even push me a bit, hitting me slightly to try and get me to sleep because I would turn slightly towards the tv behind me during our afternoon 'nap time' and she would be watching her 'telenovelas, the equivalent of soap operas. And of course...that disgusting leaf medicine she would feed me to get rid of my cough..... Which seriously worked very well, but it was disgusting. I could taste it now as I typed that sentence.

However, I remember the times she would try to help me with my homework. She would bring me to the stinky, old marketplace filled with the fascinating scenes of butchers chopping meat, or the stink of freshly caught fish permeating the entire market. I would stare at the butchers, marvel at the dead fish, and look tentatively at the big pig hanging by a hook. She took me to her transsexual friend to give me a hair cut, boarding what we called the Tricycle (a fascinating and quaint mode of transportation, google it,) and go through the dusty, rocky roads of Philippines. I would often laugh and thank her for cooking spaghetti, bacon, Filipino style hot dog, and eggs during Noche Buena/Christmas Eve.

My parents worked all day, going home late night, so she did practically raise me from birth. She was warm as she was cold, harsh as she was kind. She would be the first to hold me when I cried because a dog chased me, and the first to slap me in the face and tell me not to cry after she yelled at me for some wrongdoing, often for something as simple as disobeying her or spilling something.

What I'm trying to say is....

Lola Ampy, may you rest in peace.... Or argue with your husband,Lolo Celing, a bit more for smoking at his age in Heaven. Either way, for all your faults and all your pros, thank you for raising me the way I am.

Lola: Grandma
Lolo: Grandpa.

[shadow_Uzumaki]

Yooo, finally found my blog thread.

I just want to share with anyone (that'll read this), a little bit of the twitch channel I mod for. Beware, language, horror elements/jump scare.

 

https://clips.twitch...PUdKwBKX0jYBaDs

Edited by shadow_Uzumaki, 15 February 2021 - 10:03 PM.