Dear grandpa…

It’s one of those nights where your memory haunts my thoughts. When your frail body that was being put through so much pain yet always managed to give the brightest smile crosses my mind. When the day of your demise bombards my thoughts as though I lost you forever just yesterday. I guess I never…

Happy birthday Grandma!

So it’s my grandmother’s seventieth birthday! Old much? You know, it’s strange to think about how many experiences one goes by over the span of seventy years, and even more so, how many of them do they remember? I’m currently fourteen, and when I look at her, it’s just baffling to even think of living…