In the wee hours of the morning yesterday, my grandaunty passed away.
She was, well, old, and we knew she had very little time left. They say pancreatic cancer is one of the worst kinds, because it's near inoperable. You basically just...waste away, your organs shutting down one by one as your condition worsens.
I really don't know what to feel here. Kor Por and I never were close -- the number of times I've been to see her, I could count on one hand. But then she's family. Surely I have to feel something, right?
It must be horrible to know you're dying, wondering what comes next. Christians are supposed to believe in heaven, but I don't know what I believe, really. [/worstChristianever]
She's in a better place now, I guess, wherever that may be. It's certainly given me a lot to think about.