Goodbye, Mang

We never really called her lola. For me and all my cousins, she was Mang. Because we lived in Alabang and she in San Juan, we only saw her twice or thrice a year during Christmas, New Year, and Dad's birthday.
When we were kids, we would always get a doll from her every Christmas. When we got older, the dolls became T-shirts. No matter what the gift was, you would always know that it was from Mang because of her perfect script handwriting. And you would know that each of her gifts was thoughtfully wrapped for all her grandchildren. Now, I won' t hear her say "Balik kayo" every time we would leave San Juan. She would no longer be there to welcome us with her smile when we arrive. We would no longer see her when we would hang out in her room during reunions.
We may never been with her for long periods of time, but she is definitely family. And for that, she will surely be missed.