Tula Para Sa Namatay Na Lola Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hyper na sigaw ni Nic. -- ["Hi Lola! Kamusta po kayo?"] Nandito na kami sa tapat ng mall, tapos biglang tumawag si Lola. ["Ito nagb-bake ulit apo, hehehe. Miss ka na ng Lola."] Nag-sad face ito. Napangiti ako, miss ko na rin siya at si lolo. I wonder nga kung nasaan siya, 'di kasi kami nagkikita sa Academy, 'di ko rin siya ma-contact. ["Oh? Nasaan ka apo?"]

When asked why she did not call an ambulance, she could not answer. Lola was rushed to the hospital and Logan drove after the ambulance and stayed at the hospital until he was sure that Lola was stable. After seeing her that night, he went to the matric farewell, though late, and he sat alone at the bar and drowned himself in alcohol after finding out that Jorge had left.

Thank you lola. "Salamat din apo. Kapag hindi ninyo ako pinuntahan dito, ako na lang ang pupunta riyan." Nanlaki ang mata ni Yesha. ALam na rin naman niyang malapit na ito umuwi ng pilipinas. Kaya baka ito na nga lang din talaga ang pupunta sa kanila.

Layla scowled. "Wanda Tate is dead." "Huh?! Really? That old witch is dead?!"

"Lihiro naman mu inom," Lola Helena commented as she was watching Uno drink from the glass. "Tiguwang naman na, dong." (He seemed expert in drinking water. He's getting older." "Lagi, Ma. Dali ra man ag adlaw." "I agree, Ma. Time flies so fast.) "Unja? Muuli namo ugma?" (So, you're going back to Manila tomorrow?) "Oh. Naa nama'y ticket." (Yes, Ma. We already have our ticket.)

Pagtunghay ko ay dumapo ang aking mata sa bote na ibinigay sa akin ng sampalok family. Ilang buwan ang lumipas nang hindi ko inaasahan ang nangyari. Nasabi na sa akin ni Iris na sa Tagaytay sila ngayon tumutuloy magmula nang mamatay sina Lola Leona. Binisita ko na ang puntod nila. Magkakalapit lamang ang kanila at kay Tito Seb at Mama Maria. Hindi ko na magawang magpakita ng tuluyan sa kaniya lalo na't may dinadamdam pa siya hanggang ngayon.

When he was being asked about Nora, he could not say anything to anyone. The funeral of Lola is a poignant and heartfelt gathering, where family, friends, and community come together to honor her life and bid her a final farewell. The atmosphere is one of reverence, filled with both solemnity and a deep sense of love. The funeral takes place in a serene and sacred space, a peaceful chapel. Soft, comforting music plays in the background, creating an atmosphere of reflection and introspection. The space is adorned with flowers, their vibrant colors serving as a reminder of the beauty and joy the woman had brought into the lives of those around her. Family members, dressing in attire that refle

“We need to go to the hospital.” Lola shook her head. “But your bruises.” “I will be fine.” She stared at the glass in her hand. “I shouldn’t have gone back there.” She started. “But I needed to.” Penelope frowned. “It almost cost you your life.” She said softly. “I know. Now, I will cost him his.” Lola said and pulled out a flash drive. “All I need to destroy him is in here.” “Destroy who?” Penelope was curious. A satisfying smirk was plastered on Lola’s face as she revealed who, “Stanley Ford.”

I pouted and he pulled me into a hug again. "I'm sorry, Lola. I heard you were killed in a rogue incident alongside your parents. If not for your unique hair and eyes and the fact that I know what you smell like, I wouldn't have known you were the one", he apologized and I totally understood his point. Moonlit pack made it their life mission to make me forgotten, the whole wolf world thought I was dead. "What exactly happened, Lola?" He asked. Not wanting to reply him, I hugged him again. He understood that I did not want to talk and was patting my back when a loud growl tore through the room.

I continue my care of her, massaging her body to keep the blood flowing. Lola sleeps the entire day and night. She only gets up to pee and drink water. Not once eating or acting like her usual strawberry self. It pains me more than the bruises and her sullen look. The next day is more of the same but with an added bit of Lola not talking. This saddens me as I love her voice and miss her saying my name. Instead, she uses taps and points to what she wants. “Take just a few more bites,” I ask softly.