Summer death and milk

"it was summer when my lolo died, 1 thing na nakakapag paalala sakin kay lolo e ung glass of

MILK

milk,... yes milk!
sa lahat ng tao cia lang ang nakapag painum sakin ng gatas hehehe... d q alam kung bakit ganun
ung lasa ng gatas na tinitimpla ni lolo, masarap ung gtas ni lolo, mainit pala magtimpla un inde
malamig, pagmalamig n kaxe ung gatas inde q na iniinom un... sabi ni mama dati dinuduraan daw
ni lolo ung gatas kaya masarap un hahahha ewan q lang kung totoo, pero tinanung q c lolo dati
panu cia magtimpla, sabi nia damihan q lang daw ung gatas.... ung alaska powder pala ung
tinutukoy q... "

Pain is a constant companion and isn't a very good one. I try to reason with it, and I end up feeling miserable. I cannot help but think about you. You who had so much to give and share with me.
Even when I was young, you were a constant figure. You were there to see me grow up. I cried, I laughed, I learned, and you were there to guide me. With your gray hair and chunky glasses, I would watch you think and brood, and your sudden smile would light up your face as quickly as it came.
That is the very thing I love about you. Your smile.
I think about the times I missed being with you. So many years have passed since I saw you again, and for a brief moment, I imagined you not being in my life. I wanted to cry. But I knew you would be there, as you always were. The gray hair has turned to white, and with that came a wiry frame that was fragile. Still the eyes were as vibrant as ever, and a mind that was well-running.
You taught me to be strong and live for my dreams. With your voracious hunger for knowledge you taught me to love learning; always telling me that knowledge is a constant thing. You were so strong, so wise and your presence was always a comfort. I always loved being by your side. You always gave me a hug when I felt down. I never loved crowds, and you always seemed to understand that, not pressuring me to joining the others or pretend to have a good time.
I get lost in the books you taught me to read. Those books which you gave me to learn more about the world, to never give up on things, to help me know myself and more. I read them constantly, ever so often reminded of the things you taught me. You always loved books.
You never said much, but I always knew that every time we saw each other, you were glad to see me. As I always am glad to see you.
I remember you with a teary face and a wistful smile. My pain is more insistent as I try to hold on to the hope that you will pull through this, like the strong person that you are.
I love you, Lolo.