Just this morning, my grandmom past away. We all knew it would end to this, since she was really suffering already. All me and my family had been wishing for these past few days is a peaceful death for her.
I thought that I was already ready for this. But the thing is, no one really is.
Now, everything feels so irrelevant.
I’m feel like I’m in a black hole where I can’t catch my breath and tears wont stop falling.
Fight is over. We’ll be waiting for the day when we’ll see each other again. I love you, Lola.
P.S. I’m going to be out for a couple of days. See you when I get back.