memory

i joke a lot about getting old, but for real i feel it more difficult to remember things. before i used to memorize everything. to try to combat this, or at least slow down the deterioration of my memory (ew that sounds kinda dramatic huh), every day i try to recall a past memory and remember the details of that event or moment. i don't write them down all the time, but i think i'm going to try to record them from now on.

today was my lolo pol's burial, and i did the eulogy, so last night was a whole bunch of that. reminiscing. it's a trip what you find back there in your memoru.

you'll see in my last post, my reflections about him. here's one that i shared with a friend earlier this week.

today as i reflected i paid attention to the sounds of voices. i was remembering the sound of lolo pol's voice. a tenor voice, with the signature ilocano drawl. if you don't know what i'm talking about, pick up rex navarrete's first cd. he does a good job making fun of it! haha. and then i remember my lola haning's voice. high-pitched. and then my lola's voice. as she got older, her voice got sweeter. she had this giggle, it was so cute. very girly, although she wasn't very "girly." very straight to the point, fiercely independent. i think i want to be like that. mellow with age. smoother. i've seen some old people get bitter, angry, and agitated as they got older. i completely understand why - you see a lot more bullshit! haha. but lola was cool. she was a lot more patient as she got older.

anyways. guess you had to be there =)

this weekend... vegas. hopefully i remember everything that happens! haha.