Thinking this day would never come
Nenalala
But my grandmother finally passed away and I'm truly devastated. I don't know how to process everything that's happening. I can't believe all the effort we made to get her better, and in the end, we're holding a wake for her. I have no energy, and you can't imagine how much it hurts me to write this blog and face this situation. The last time I was able to talk to her, you can't imagine how excited she was for me to wear a brown poncho she had given me. She told me it looked very nice on me and that it was her best memory of me. I'm crying a lot. πππππ




