My grandma dies today. And I'm still not believing. My mother still crying compusively, and I saw a single tear from my father's face rolling down slowly, reluctant. My sister is out with her boyfriend and she doesn't know about this for now. Everthing is quiet and sad. My thougts are deep.
She had a heart attack. It is a problem that inflict all of my family from my mother side. She dies in home, at night. Her house is so far away and I can't travel now. Some parents is there and many tears are still falling.
I'm writing this for... I don't know.
My grandma lived in a farm. In her house lived my granpa, my aunt and my mother. My aunt maried and mom too. With her death, now remains just my granpa. And he is tired.
She did many cakes for me. And many other delicous things too. I always did she laughs, making her hapiness. I love her.
I'm not crying, but, I'm taciturn. I don't know how I could be exactly now.
I wanted spend some more time with her, having some fun, but, this will not happen.

Not in this world. And I hope meet her again.

Farwel, my grandma, farwel, my dear friend. The happy memories still remains in my mind, forever.