i wonder what happens after you pass on, after you move from this world to the other. do you feel okay, do you feel happier, more comfortable?

grandmama was 85 when she moved on to someplace else, somewhere better as my relatives would tell me. i know that. i know she's in a place that pain and suffering and uneasiness will never reach her, but missing her makes it so difficult to think of the good points.

today was a horrendous day, and it will continue being bad for the next few days until the funeral. seeing granduncle today was one of the saddest moments, seeing him helplessly cry as he sat in his wheelchair, unable to speak to express his sorrow.

i need something happy. i need the thing that makes me most happy but i'm 1 week away from it. i need you :(
goodbye por por, we all really love you and miss you. take good care of yourself, you'll be in our thoughts every single day.