Saturday around 2am the phone rang. Mom got back from the Dominican Republic, when they got home, there was a message on their answering machine that shook them. The previous Monday, Freddy’s mom, 82, had a heart attack and died in her home. We got ready for what I thought was the funeral, however the lady, Franca was buried on Thursday. We visited the crypt where she was placed in a wall covered with marble. I saw Freddy and sis for the first time in like 10 months, time sure flies.
Last night I went to sleep at 5:30pm and woke up at 7am. Of course one of my annoying housemates was banging on my door around 7:30pm and my other housemate (Shan) was calling me repeatedly around 10:30pm. I can’t catch a break here, everyone needs me for something.