My grandmother just slept and she never woke up. So very her. Very conservative, keeps to herself, simple and doesn't want to make a fuss. I'm a lola's boy. I'm the first grandson on her side and I think she never doted any of her grandchildren the way she did on me. I remember asking her to buy for me a P5000 sneakers at a time when you can buy a decent branded one. But I used that sneaker until it was dust. I was really close with my lola. She's really my fan. She's so proud of everything I do even though she couldn't understand half of it. Lola loves it when you need her. She loves to cook and makes the meanest fruit salad. When I was staying with her I remember she would prepare the mosquito net for me. When I studied in that school in the mountains she traveled 6 hours to visit me. She brought me food and stuff. I attended a boyscout jamboree once and she gave me lots of pocket money because she was worried I might not eat. She's really the perfect lola for me. I even named my vintage designer resale business for her, Casilda's Closet. I could go on and on about her. I'm sad my lola is moving on to the next life and going in another journey. But then again I'm happy because I know she's ready to move on. If my time comes I can't wait to see her again.