It was one of those days that I dreaded to come. Receiving a sad news on a supposedly happy weekend was terrible. The hubby’s grandmother is gone. She died in her sleep. She was 73. In a way, she was still lucky because her death was a quick one. If I could have it my way, I wanna die under the same circumstance.
The hubby’s family is mourning right now. Lola Betty’s remains lie in state at their family home in Bohol. My in-laws are flying there tomorrow. We are following them on Saturday as the hubby still needs to attend to some school requirements.