Lola Herminia between 16 and 18 years of age
Grandma. Lola. Ikit.
A beautiful woman of strong stock. When she was 30, she lost her husband of only a few years. She was left with six young children and she single-handedly raised them, loved on them, and provided for them as best she could. Not too long afterwards, I was born and was counted as one of the children. The 7th. Really, I was the first grandchild.
Many many years later, I, too, bore a child to become her first great grandchild. Oh, how she loved seeing her grandson. Over skype just the other night, her grandson read her four of his books. It was a precious moment. Not every day does she get to see my little one but when we do connect over skype, there’s an undeniable sweetness and pride in her voice and that irresistible desire to hold her great grandson tight in a hug and love on him.
Oceans separate us. But nothing can separate us from the love we have of each other. Thankful that my Grandma, our son’s Great Grandma, though a million miles away, never fails to remind us that she loves us and she’s praying for us. Love you too, Lola Herminia, and thankful for you!
Lola Herminia holding one of her younger grandkids in 2006