Sadness.

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My grandma is going to pass away. The doctors say she has 72 hours to live, basically. She is 94 or 96 years old, no one knows for sure she didn't have an official birth certificate. She is in Salinas Memorial Hospital where my shit head brother was born, she's dying of pneumonia and I am stuck here in Fresno. My cousins and Tios and Tias are staying by her side in shifts so she doesn't pass alone. I may be going up to say goodbye, but I don't have another day off until Thursday...she may not be alive on Thursday.

I am so sad, my stomach is in fucking knots. This is all reminding me too much of my Dad.

In good news: today was my last day of school and I am going to get some great grades. Yee-haw.
-Yvonne.