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My grandmother died. They{re there. I{m here. Nothing much to be done.
Edit: I{ve tried calling my parents on the international phone from my hostel but it cost ten bucks just to reach my moms voicemail. I know my father is giving his mothers eulogy, and after all the problems that Maga and I ahd, all I can picture is him having to stand up there, representative of 7 children, and explain the life of a woman who... well, I suppose all funerals are difficult, aren{t they? Visiting the Recoleta Cemetary today definitely did not help me accept death and the finality of useless goodbys that it engenders.
Edit: I{ve tried calling my parents on the international phone from my hostel but it cost ten bucks just to reach my moms voicemail. I know my father is giving his mothers eulogy, and after all the problems that Maga and I ahd, all I can picture is him having to stand up there, representative of 7 children, and explain the life of a woman who... well, I suppose all funerals are difficult, aren{t they? Visiting the Recoleta Cemetary today definitely did not help me accept death and the finality of useless goodbys that it engenders.