1 hour ago we were having dinner talking about wanting to go for vacation this summer, the news and winning the lottery, how we’d like to lose 5 pounds or maybe even 10 - everything we wish we had but can’t get. It’s always like that. We want what we don’t have and that’s just the nature of the beast.

30 minutes ago, we find out that my grandma has passed away way over in the Philippines. And the unfortunate thing about it all is that we were just talking about how we want all the things that we don’t have, but we never talk about the things that we do have when we have them. That’s the saddest thing about life. It’s not necessarily that we take things for granted, it’s that it never crosses our mind that we might lose what we have and when you do lose it, you suddenly regret not doing more. It doesn’t matter what “more” is, just as long as you could have done it in the first place.

The worst thing about being alive is that you must experience death, no matter how far away it may be. To love, is to hurt. To hurt, is to grow. And to grow, is to become a better person.

RIP Lola.