She has passed away this morning at 4AM in her hospital bed. I hope it was in her sleep to be fair. I haven't cried but its just not processing in my head. Don't know if I am in shock or what, but at least free of suffering.
Why to good people? Why do bad things happen so mercilessly?
My grandma just survived breast cancer some months ago by a miracle. Now, in one month, she's diagnosed with THREE types of cancer (Liver, lungs, and today stomach). Doctors say she could die at any day, hour, minute, or second.
For God's sake, she has been through a LOT. Her own husband was assassinated because he was running for mayor in Guatemala and was deeply loved by the city.
I am just glad I wrote a letter for mom to take with her yesterday that was in Spanish how I wished I knew how to verbally speak it when I talked to her on the phone and how I couldn't tell her how she really means to me. Mom will be with her in Guatemala until…yeah..
I probably won't be on as much for next couple days. I have to help stuff with my sister and niece and just keep an eye out for any phone calls.