No matter how sick someone is, it is always a terrible shock when they pass. This past week the grandmother I wrote about in the last entry did not make it. I wasn’t sure about blogging about this at all, and it’s actually been a few days since the funeral took place, but I think it is fitting for me to pay tribute to her here.
From the solemn drive through the town where she grew up and raised a family,
we followed her hearse to the church where a solemnly beautiful mass took place.
Loss is a universal emotion that requires no translation. Rest in peace, Yetyet.