My grandma just passed away, so... here's a bunch of feels
I guess I'm not sad for her. In a way, I'm relieved, really. She had been suffering a lot in the past three years. The ones I'm worried about are my aunts and, specially, my father.
Grandma finally got her well-deserved rest, but I just don't know, right? Am I a bad person to not be crying my heart out? Does this make me a horrible person?
And there's this funny thing on getting old. It strips your dignity each passing day, like some tribute to getting old, for each heartbeat, each breath you take. My grandma, you don't know, but she was like freaking Maggie Smith. She was fierce,