wowo and wawa

December has always been special. Aside from Christmas, December is also the birth month of wowo and wawa.

it's has always been nice to see old people in love. i love seeing my wowo and wawa together. wawa would not eat if wowo was not yet home. wowo would not eat if it was not wawa who prepared the food or at least supervised the cooking. wawa would be waiting for wowo if he goes out to play cards or golf with friends.

i had a groovy wowo. a grandfather who wears levis maong jeans, colehaan shoes, benetton,ralph lauren and lacoste shirts. not only was he groovy but also he was the best golfer his age. i remember during my cousins wedding my wowo was so tensed as he was to walk her down the aisle. he kept on asking me if he looked old with his barong and i kept on telling him that he looked 60 and could still pass as my cousins dad.

i had a wonderful wawa. the best cook! she had the best stories and she was someone you could just sit with for hours and you’d never notice time pass by. i remember her bringing us to the "palengke" every time we were on vacation and of how proud she was of her apo's. my wawa had a big heart...a very big one.

i miss having my grandparents...i uberly miss going to Victorias on summer break or Christmas break. i miss wowo going to manila every so often. i miss going to sm city and eat halo-halo with him at icebergs. i miss bringing him milk at night. i miss the inasal and pandesal he would bring home every afternoon every time we were on vacation. i miss wawa's afternoon stories. and on how she supported us when we were selling mais con hielo one summer vacation. i miss her love and affection. i miss going to church with her.

my wawa had a battle with liver cancer; wowo had lung cancer. wowo had a stroke during wawa's wake. he was never able to recover probably mainly due to depression. he left us a year and 3 months after wawa.

often times i wish i had the chance to spend more time with them. and that i have told wowo and wawa how much i love them and how special they are to me. i sometimes think on how great it could have been if my children to be could meet their great grandparents. but all i have now are stories/memories to share and values to impart.

in my grandparents i saw what real love is (well, aside from my parents). i saw in them how it is to be old and in love. what we are now i know we owe to them. they have instilled in us the importance of family.

i heart you wowo and wawa. i will see you both again.