My cousins met up yesterday and we had been sharing stories and keeping up with each other over a bottle of brandy. During our hours-long conversation, we had agreed that it would be best if we went to the hospital this Maundy Thursday and Good Friday and be the ones to take care of our grandmother.

I really don't think I can do it knowing that my grandmother's strength is slowly seeping away from her because she is the type of person who would wake up early and work around the house. If she was kept lying for a day, she would most likely get sick because she was not used to doing just that. But I will do it because I want to be with her and show her that I care for her.

I know it's been two years since I last attended the family's Christmas party which actually falls two days before Christmas. But this time, I'll really be there. I don't call it really a sacrifice because it is the Holy Week. I call it an act of love. Oh I do hope she would gain back her strength because I really would be there this coming Christmas and I want her to still be there.

People come and go in our lives. Sometimes, we may not want them to leave just yet but they have to go and we are all left with nothing but memories.

It is hard at first but if we are strong enough, we can make it through and we can be stronger even. Sometimes, our minds just get too cloudy that we cannot stop and think and realize why it's happening or what we can do. But it's part of human nature.

All things are hard at first but you slowly move on as each day passes. I don't think it's wise to live in the past when you have the future already looking down on you.