Three years ago today at around this time... my cousins and I were on our way to watch Filipinas, one of those family dramas being shown as part of the MMFF 2004. Earlier that day, we were having a sumptuous lunch at Tita Teri's house, an early celebration for her birthday. In the middle of lunch, Tito Bojo had to go home as Lola had to be rushed to the hospital. In the taxi cab on the way to the mall, my cousins and I were talking about our Lola's worsening condition and how our Titas have already decided not to have her resuscitated if that decision ever faced them. I remember saying that it might not happen soon. Hours later, inside the cinema, we received calls and frantic text messages. We had to go to the hospital because Lola had passed away. While my cousins went to the hospital I went home as my mother instructed, then to Lola's house to help in the preparations. As family tradition, my cousins and I kissed our Lola before they had her embalmed. Kuya Andrew and I went to the mall to buy a roll of floor covering as they will embalm…