The last time I ever saw my grandparents was right after I graduated from school. It was my first visit to Cubao after migrating to America. My heart ached as I sat next to Lola- her eyes staring at the ceiling and her tongue rolling against her right cheek. I held her hand. She had been suffering from Alzheimer's disease and diabetes for years. My cousin was there next to me, tears rolling down her face as she remembered how vibrant Lola was before her illness. Then Lolo came out from the dining room. I stood up and greeted him with a mano- (I took his hand and pressed it to my forehead). I don't know if he recognized me but I asked how he was doing. All he could mutter was "Ha?" He was hard of hearing. He kept repeating it every time I attempted to make a conversation.
My Lola died in 2002 and my Lolo passed away a week after I took these photographs. Even when I was a child, I never really knew them. My memories are few and visiting Cubao resurfaced many that I had forgotten.