I have always loved how her name twirls in my mouth: Adoracion Ramirez Concepcion. A person who grew up loving poems especially when they rhyme, her name has that particular rhythmic pull on me.
To us grandchildren, she is Lola Cion. (Or Lola Ton, as how my cousins call her before when they still can’t speak properly).
She had always been an epitome of strength to me. Just like a wall, it was never easy to push her. She would always stand up to what she believed in. Whether it was wrong or right, or black or white, she would manage to make it appear right. She would make it right until you start doubting yourself and admit, that yes, Lola was right.