First week of Ramadhan has passed. Our first Ramadhan without Nenek around. It feels different but we are slowly adapting to it. It was a good month for her to go. Her body was cold and white when I helped to bathe her. That's the final thing I can help her while she was still here.
I miss her seriously. May God bless her soul.
I've been living at nenek's place since her funeral with cousins and all. At least with everyone around, we don't really feel lonely. I havent gone home for a week now. Only once or twice just to pick up school stuff and clothes.
On a brighter, all projects are done. A huge load if off my shoulders, I swear.