The sky has shed many gracious tears on this day in which I've been informed of my grandmother's passing. She died holding the hands of her two daughters, my mother and aunt.
During my last visit with her she was peaceful as she recounted some enjoyable recent moments such as watching my mother and aunt sit on the floor like little girls laughing as they looked through some of her old jewelry.
She offered a small piece of advice to me: "Keep in contact with your siblings. It's very important."
I managed to snap one last photo of her. She was wearing a wig because had lost almost all her hair by then. I'm glad to have this picture.