My grandfather, who I took care of for years, passed away on Friday. He died and I watched him die. We were all there at the funeral home for 5 whole days. I had no sleep, no contact with almost everybody else but family and dear friends through phone. Interment was yesterday. It's been a really tough week. I know it hasn't completely sunk in yet, but I don't think I could take much more grief and heartache at this point.

I know he's in a better place now. He can eat, drink whatever he wants and he won't feel pain ever again. Those things are my only consolation. Plus the fact that I was an important part of his life as he was in mine.

I love you, Tatay. I will miss you everyday...