Today was my maternal grandmother's 91st birthday celebration and there was something about standing in the middle of my aunt's house, with everyone fussing over the picture-taking and where the softdrinks were that that made me extremely nostalgic--both for the past and the future. It occurred to me that once, I was in my niece Presley's shoes, sitting uncomfortably on one of the sofa's armrests and just wanting to go home and that one day, I will be in my mom's shoes, watching her young adult daughter take photos of plants and that ultimately, I will be in my grandmother's bare feet, lying down in and not knowing that people are celebrating her life. I felt no sadness about this--just a sort of pensiveness that you don't get everyday; I find that kind of nostalgia a little comforting actually. It's like one of my aunts said to my favorite uncle today, "You used to come to parties with a bottle of scotch, now all you can offer people is buko juice." My dad and my uncle cheers-ed to this--most probably because they know it's true.
