My grandmother on my father’s side passed away this past Sunday, May 3, 2015 around 3:00 AM. Ever since my grandfather passed away, she slowly started not eating and getting sick. She basically past away from being lonely. Her whole life after being a nurse, she dedicated her time to God, the Church, and my grandpa. Like most old-school Hispanic women she catered 100% to my grandpa’s wishes. Once he passed, I guess she didn’t have as much purpose to keep living.
When I got the call early Sunday morning, I wasn’t sad. I felt bad for not being sad. I still feel bad. I honestly was happy for her. She lived a great life and now she is able to be with my grandpa again.
I believe in God and in Heaven…and in hell. I believe that what goes around, comes around. I believe that if you are a good person, eventually good things will come to you if you wait. I have faith. Faith in that everything will turn out the way it should be. Faith in family. Faith in God. If I inherited anything from my grandma, it would be this…faith. Continue reading