After my FIL103 final, I rushed home because I felt like something was not right. I was about to press the elevator button when it the doors opened, only to see my parents and my aunt--all wearing black. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. That's when they told me that my Lola passed away that morning. We rushed to the funeral parlor and the rest is history. The details are still difficult to write about as I remember every single conversation we had that day, October 12th, 2006. I miss my Lola. She was sweet and loving (and treats me like a princess whenever I got to Bulacan). She would change the sheets because she knew that I would be curling up on her bed with a good book and then fall asleep. Everytime I had a Christmas Party in school, she would be the one to cook the chicken assigned for me to bring. I MISS AND LOVE YOU. She passed due to cancer. I know she's watching over me. Always. I miss your house, Lola. It's funny how the house seems to be gloomy but sometimes it's as if you're just there. WE MISS YOU.