But what about my Lolo who lives no more?
Well, he got an American flag at his funeral
Kevin Nadal, Ikaw
Yeah, my grandfather, my Lolo was there. And like just like in the poem, he got a flag. That flag, tattered from multiple homes and singed from surviving a fire, was carried to the states by my Lola. Probably the only material thing left that had any connection to my Lolo; she cherrished that flag.
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