Eight years ago, my grandmother passed away. I miss her like crazy. She wasn’t sick and I’m pretty sure she would still be with us today if we hadn’t been in that car accident. We were on our way to Puerto Vallarta on our annual family vacation when another vehicle came into our lane and we hit them straight on. It’s still very painful to remember.
I dream of her often and know she is very close to me. I can hear her voice if I think very hard.
This is the last picture I took with her at my dance recital, one month before she passed away.
Te extraño Abuelita Lala.
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So touching.