My lolo Oscar was a heavy smoker. He’s been smoking since his early teenage years and he sure as hell loved his Cigars. There was a time when everyone in the family was bugging him to stop as he was having lung problems already. He refused, it came to the point where he’d be forced to smoke in the bathroom just to escape my lola’s glare.
When asked to stop to prolong his life he would say “I’m ** years old, what’s 10 more years of my life?”. I always found this logic quite funny. Until now, today it’s his 5th death anniversary and now I realize what the extra 10 years could have meant.
It meant seeing the birth of 2 adorable great grandchildren.
It meant seeing me graduate.
It meant seeing Abap graduate from her second course.
It meant seeing me get a job that I love, a job I inherited from his side of the family.
It meant not leaving Nani alone.
It meant being able to continually inspire people in our community.
and lastly
It would have meant being able to walk me down the aisle next year. =(
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