As you can see I haven't done much yet, but shortly I will explain in detail how this trajic event happened about a few months back. I will be writing out portions of my diary (YES, I've been writing in diaries since elementary school!) entries of the various events that we had to go through during this hard time. Please check back and It'll be there! (hopefully) If you're not interested, please don't waste your time.

Her Better Half

My grandparents had met each other in World War II, my grandmother was a nurse. She wasn't very fluent in English since she was so used to speaking in Indonesian and Dutch, so my grandfather, out of the kindness of his heart had taught her proper English. They had married at a young age and had my mother; their only child; and when my mom married my dad, my grandparents were crushed since she was their one and only child. My grandparents only had each other since they stayed in my country while my family and I were in Canada. About 8 years ago my grandfather was hit by ongoing trafic (in my country) and passed away. My grandmother was devastated, she had never learned to overcome this horrible incident. Following that, my grandmother stayed in Indonesia for 6 months, then came to Canada and lived with us until now. She slept in my room, leaving my sister and I sleeping in a SOFA BED in the living room. Eventually my room became my grandmother's room. Sleeping in my room again knowing that my grandmother used to sleep there for 8 years is kinda creepy, and it makes me think. I guess you never know what you've had until you've lost it...

In A Better Place

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