My grand mother, Teta Lamia, has passed away today.
It didn't come as a surprise because her health had been declining over the past year, but still we were all hoping she would make it until Rana's wedding in July.
It's because of her genes that I cry at every good bye. It doesn't matter where the good bye occurs, we just cry as if it was the last time we would see each other. Today as I'm saying good bye to her one last time, I've been crying a lot even if I know she is now in a better place, watching all of us from above.
So Teta, Good bye! Rest in peace and we will see you up there eventually.
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