Inspired by Mordsith’s recent post on one happy magical day with her grandmother (lola).
Of the many grandkids that my grandparents have, I am their favorite. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because my dad was their youngest and also their favorite. Or maybe because I was the bibo kid who would sing, dance, and act, the kind that parents and even grandparents show off to their friends. Or maybe because I was just too darn cute. 
My lola had a small store in front of their house. And whenever she needs to get new supplies, she would always take me with her to the market. And like all lolas, she would introduce me to the vendors and ask me to sing and/or dance, and I would happily do my thing. I can always see her beaming and being so proud. Plus, I always get free candy.
When she passed away, I was too young to really understand what it is, or where she went and if she would ever come back. But I do remember going to her store many, many times, which had been closed, and sitting in the dark, just waiting for my lola to open her little store.
The only senior person that I ever get to talk with now is my wife’s grandfather (lolo). For a while now, he’s been staying at my in-laws. And I kinda remember this one time when we went to Tagaytay with lolo and my FIL.
We visited Tagaytay Highlands and explored the clubhouse. After that, we decided to have a snack at Cafe Breton, Cliffhouse, before we went back to Manila.
Last Sunday, our pastor reminded us to call (not text) or even better visit and spend time with family. People seem to have their lives spinning so fast that they forget what truly matters. They forget to visit and talk to their lolos and lolas. Sometimes people even forget to call their brothers and sisters. I know I have.
It’s the job of grandparents of spoil their grandchildren. Remember how they used to hand us [in secret] money when we were young? “oh, iha, pang-Coke mo.” he! he! I love my lolos and lolas (sadly, I have none now).
Nice pic where you are with the wife’s father and grandfather…three generations of men (did you notice?).
Posted by kg at October 31, 2008, 1:48 pmwitsandnuts: That’s a nice surprise, kind of. It’s been a while since I dreamed of my grandparents, or maybe I had and just didn’t remember. Hmm
kg: Haha! Ganun nga sila! Didn’t notice until you mentioned.
Posted by thehusbandspeaks at October 31, 2008, 3:04 pmsabi nila, the grandparents spoil the grandkids because it’s the parents’ responsibility to discipline. parang dun nachachannel ang frustration ng grandparents kase hindi pwede i spoil ang parents (anak nila). okay that last statement is malabo haha
Posted by maidapaypay at October 31, 2008, 4:04 pmthe last paragraph - ouch!
Posted by bem at October 31, 2008, 7:35 pmowww… sana pag matanda na tayo, sulatan din tayo ng ganito ng mga anak at apo natin. hehehe.
Posted by eks at November 2, 2008, 10:04 amthe last paragraph… SO TRUE…I’m guilty!
Posted by jetty at November 2, 2008, 10:42 amI lived with my maternal grandparents all my life. Sadly, my grandfather passed away last Sept 2006 while my grandmother followed last June 2008. I’d like to think I’m her favorite of all her apos 
Since her passing, I’ve dreamt of her several times, only she doesn’t speak in my dreams but I know that’s her way of letting me know she’s watching over us. I miss her terribly….She used to reward me for getting good grades in school and she was the one who taught me the importance of faith and prayer.
I just hope that when I’m old and gray & my memory has failed me, my grand kids won’t forget to visit me.
Posted by Eper at November 2, 2008, 11:03 amI was also a favorite, alam ko yun, haha, I lived with my dad’s parents until I was in grade six when Mom and Dad had to transfer in Marbel, I never really wanted to leave the olds, Nanay and Tatay as I called them, it was them who raised me up. Oh, I miss them so much now that they’re gone.
Posted by sheng at November 3, 2008, 9:28 amMai: Hindi naman ganun kalabo, hehe
Bem and Jetty: I know! Better call them and say hi! Fast!
eks: Sana nga, hehe
Eper: I’m sure they will. Hope they also listen to our kwentos and put up will our kakulitan when we’re old. I have a feeling I’m gonna be a pain.
Posted by thehusbandspeaks at November 3, 2008, 10:01 amBibo kid, sample naman ng hidden talents mo!
Posted by bitter:sweet wife at November 3, 2008, 12:53 pmyou wife’s lolo has a kind face. your story of waiting for her to open the store, it saddens me.. when my lolo passed away, id sit on his rocking chair, thinking how he loved to sit there and that i’d never see him there again..
im pretty sure though that lolo knows i love him so much, and that im gonna take good care of his wife.
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Have been my late grandma’s favorite. I laughed on the mention of “because of being too darn cute”. Haha, I used to claim that as well. And my grannies care for me so much that they still occasionally visit me through dreams. Kind creepy, eh. =)
Posted by witsandnuts at October 31, 2008, 1:06 pm