This is the second year that we are visiting Lola's grave. When she was still alive, I remember accompanying her to visit Lolo's every feast day. We would go to the cemetery late in the afternoon and stay a couple of hours more after the 6pm mass. Lola would sit there for hours (in the rain), being the gracious host to the other immediate and distant relatives who would come visit. It's always festive, celebrated just like an annual reunion.
This year, we got together, prayed, lighted some candles, brought flowers and took lots of pictures. I miss Lola.

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