My grandmother passed away 40 days ago. While I was having the time of my life with my friends in Palawan. We got a call from my mom to tell us that she had passed away after living a full life. She was 87. I didn’t cry. I think I was the only one in the family that didn’t. I didn’t cry because for me, I had lost my grandma years ago. What was left was literally a shell of this person that I knew for my whole life. A person, that in the last years of her life, wasn’t even recognizable to me. See, my lola was and will…