Damn son, I’m having a good spring quarter. Feels good to be busy, inside and outside of school.

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So overwhelmed. Times like this make me wonder how I’m going to handle the “real” world.

Tears. Surge of emotion. I really like to keep control of myself, to keep a steady and level head.. but this time I couldn’t. This time I wouldn’t. I just let it flow, and everything overwhelmed me. I cried. I futilely tried to wipe my eyes dry in front of the nurses. I held your hand, watched your chest rise up and down, eyes closed. Your hand was warm, just as I have always remembered. I always liked the feeling of your skin.

Thank you Grandma. Thank you for raising me, for always reminding me to eat my fruits (already pre-peeled and cut by you), and for the little monetary gifts you always had ready for my brother and me. Thank you for your love, your care, and for being the best grandma ever. Now you are with God and His angels, enjoying the warmth of Heaven. Thank you Grandma.