This is all too surreal. I can’t think. I can’t stop crying. The five stages of grief keep cycling over and over. And over.

R.I.P. May Guevara, fondly known to us as Auntie Nene, and to me as my Ninang. I love you and will miss you always. It’s not the same without you here. May the Lord welcome you into His Kingdom where you can be reunited w/ Uncle Per, Grandma, and all of our loved ones who have gone before us, and enjoy the pleasures of Heaven’s everlasting life. We take comfort in knowing that you are no longer suffering or feeling pain, and that you are in a better place.

Ging.