The grandmother died. Yesterday.
Exactly one year and one day after my mum’s bypass surgery.
I won’t pretend to be sorry. I’m just relieved.
I understand it might be hard for my dad. After all, no matter what I thought of the woman, at the end of the day, she was still his mother.
But now my parents can finally start living their lives. Finally.
Peace shall now hopefully prevail back in their house. And hopefully, the next time I see them, they won’t look as aged as the last few times.
Until next time,