The Millennial Writer

My paternal grandmother died today. We call her Lola Sinday. I got the news this morning just right before I started another day’s work.

While we weren’t so close while growing up and we rarely had special moments together, she was the only parent my dad had and knew all his life. Though I remember how my dad would bite her head off over petty things, which we found entertaining cause of how he would make fun of her when she starts using those dramatic lines you would hear from teleseryes. She was my dad’s other favorite person to annoy, apart from mom.

More than twelve hours since I received the news, I must admit I have not started mourning for Lola Sinday yet. Probably because I never got used to having her around while growing up. But I’ve been feeling a different kind of pain since this morning.

The entire day I’ve only had this image of my dad as a son who just lost the only parent he had all his life. Growing up without knowing his father, he had his mom as one of his motivations to work hard and change his fate. He’d surely miss their banter. I wonder what has been running in his mind today. “One less person to annoy”, most definitely.