Walking Memory

As I was walking into the Post Office today I crossed paths with a woman that was the spitting image of my late Grandma, Tequia Jose.  We exchanged warm smiles as we passed one another and I went on to take care of my postal business.  While I was driving home later that afternoon I was hit with a sudden pang of sweet sorrow.  I began to recall memories of my Grandma and longed to go back in time to show her my endearment.  There are three things I remember about my Grandma: 1) She was a woman of God.  As I child, we shared a room and I vividly remember waking up to find her kneeling on the floor and earnestly praying the rosary.  Mind you, this was generally between 4 and 5 in the morning so I usually ended up pouting for her to turn off the light and pray.  2)  She was an excellent cook of authentic Filipino food.  In my opinion, her best dish was Samporado which is a Filipino chocolate rice pudding.  3) She cared about her appearance.  She was so beautiful she woke up looking like a Philippine Alexander doll- flawless fair skin, dark thin eyebrows, and crimson lips. And the woman I saw at the Post Office looked just as I described.  Little does she know that her appearance brings me such sweet memories of my Grandma.  I miss her.

Tequia Jose