My Grandma Passed Away And I’ve Never Been The Same
In September, I lost my grandmother and I haven’t felt the same since.
The worst part is I was in vacation in Europe having fun going out with my friends. And there she was fighting for her life.
My mother was in the airport on her way back to Italy when she found out. She was devastated.
She visited back home— Philippines— so she can spend more time with her. She knew it would be the last time she’ll get to spend time with her.
My mother kept telling her to be strong and that she would come back soon so that they can bond together again. Take good care of her again.
Even though my mother knew that was their final goodbye.
I can only imagine how emotional my mother must have been when she finally left her the day she had to catch her flight.
Hours after my mother’s plane lifted off, the news came. My grandmother was gone.
How did I find out? On Instagram. One of my cousins shared a picture of our grandmother on her stories. I fell weak to my knees.
At the time, I was in Paris with my friend David having a stroll around while drinking a Heineken beer and eating prosciutto.
