death is a part of life. my paternal grandmother died three weeks ago. i was devastated. we were not expecting it. one minute she was healthy, dancing, singing and cooking (as she told my mother via phone) and then she was in the hospital fighting to breathe in the breath of life but her lungs and heart failed on her. i felt robbed. i just got my grandmother back (i reconnected with her in 2008). and now she is gone! i was mad. only for a minute. then i was sad. i later remembered that God knows best. her spirit is and will always be with me.
mi abuela sofia te quiero mucho.
