When someone is on this earth for almost a hundred years, I suppose it is inevitable for the ones you love to go ahead of you -- your parents who loved you dearly, your younger sisters who would accompany you, laugh with you, chat with you, cook and sew with you, speak with you in Spanish, hug you, possibly scold you, your brothers who played around the house with you, your husband who was a soldier in the war, your son-in-law, your grandson, your neighbor, your classmate, your friend.
I brought GI to visit my great-grandaunt today. I suppose there are moments that she remembers all these loved ones who have gone ahead before her. She doesn't recognize us anymore although she smiles when we say hello. Perhaps nature has a way of making one forget so that one is not too impatient or too sad.
I remind myself that we are all just visiting here. Sooner or later, it will be OUR time to go. For Lola, perhaps it will be sooner rather than later. But until that time comes, I will continue to visit her, give her a smile and hold her hand even if she has no idea who I am.
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