I wasn’t sure how to deal with death. Specially to someone who used to be close to me but it’s been so long since I last saw her.  My memories are scattered all over, some even fading away.  I tried very hard to remember the moments and conversations, but there’s very little left in my overly stuffed brain of mine.  I feel a little bit sad, but not overly, which makes me feel bad.

She’s the last of my grand parents.  I was never very sentimental about family or relatives, mostly because of all the burdens and baggages.  But I know I am feeling something, just dunno what it is.  I know I wasn’t her favorite, mostly because I was always doing so well on my own, in school, and in everything that, no one really was worried or even paid attention to me.  But nevertheless, my earliest memory that I can remember was with her, in the apartment fire.  Without her I would have never gotten out of there since i was too little to know how to escape.  I am grateful for that.

So thanks for everything grandma, bye bye.

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