It's scary... waiting for the phone to ring in an unexpected hour.. vigilant and somber.
But... now, I no longer have to wait.
It's funny how you take one big incident in your life and it changes EVERYTHING. I didn't think that it would impact me as much as it did. But I'm not quite sure how to act anymore. Everything I do makes me think 100 times more. And then there are those moments where I just remember certain situations, her hand in my hand, her words to me. The worst are the regrets. If I could have woken up earlier that morning, maybe I could've gone with her to those places, if I could've spent more time at her house, I would've gotten to know her better.
Then I stop myself. Because regrets are meaningless. I remember that things happen for a reason, and I DID get to know her. I am like my grandmother, very much so. And I will continue to remember the good things and cherish what knowledge she gave me. And no matter what, I won't forget.
Things are still very surreal, as I have not seen my mother yet. But as soon as she arrives this monday, it's going to hit me again. But I'll stay strong because I know my grandma would've wanted me to be that way.
R.I.P. Andrea Angeles
May God keep you in his hands
