You Never Know

When I was a baby, my mom and dad worked during the day. Instead of hiring a babysitter, they asked my grandparents, my Lola and Lolo, to take care of my siblings and me. I grew up with my Lola constantly looking after me. Now that she is gone, I realize that sometimes you do not know how much you love something-or someone- until one day you do not have them anymore.

Growing up, my Lola did everything for me; things that were needed along with things that were wanted. My Lola was there for me mentally for 10 years of my life, and I took for granted her presence. In 1999, my Lola was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. Soon after she was not able to recognize anybody, including me, eventually forgetting who she was as well. She lived in a convalescent home for four years with frequent visits from family and friends. On April 28, 2003, after weeks of breathing trouble, Lola died. It was expected, but, for me, the shock and sadness of it all was still hard to cope with.

Juliana Andaya, my Lola, was a loving, strong-willed, feisty, little woman who came to America alone so that her family and their children could live better lives. She cared for the ones she loved and did what she could to make them happy. I will always love and remember my Lola and I am so grateful that she was in my life.