My grandmother died on Monday.

Even if this had been expected by us since her health got worse three weeks ago, you couldn't give up hope with my grandmother. She had been fighting rheumatoid arthritis for over 30 years, and had overgone some grave health problems when even my mother thought she had no chance. This time it was too much, and a complication with her lungs has taken her away. She didn't suffer at all, as she mostly fell asleep as she dimmed down, and was surrounded by her sons and daughters. It's the first time I lose a direct family member, so it's being quite difficult to accept it. Now my worries are with my grandfather who is now alone, after so many years of common life. Luckily, both of them have strong catholic beliefs so it's probably easier for them to accept the death of a relative. It's not so easy for the rest of us...

Thanks for all the lessons taught, all the good moments shared with your grandsons. I'm going to miss you, abuela. :(