First to go on the past week was my uncle, Gilberto Fernandez (R.I.P)

Now it was my grandfather's turn to go... Rest In Peace Francisco Ismael Hornos Onorio, 9/9/2009.

I hope that wherever he is now, he has finally found rest from the suffering he had to endure these five years; dealing with his legs and arms amputated -because of diabetes and infections-, Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease and things I didn't know about (being in different countries makes communication a tad difficult ).
I'm actually relieved that he's gone, not only because he hated being a burden on ANY ONE'S back and he was suffering but because my grandmother just couldn't stand seeing him like that, he didn't recognize any of us anymore and was very aggressive to anyone who came too close.

I was at school when they told me he was dead. Heart attack, it was quick. We (my family) had to leave for Uruguay on Wednesday. The trip took 7 hours; it was a pretty silent trip. When we got there, to the velatory... the only ones not crying were two of my uncles, my father and me. I thought I was going to cry when I saw the body, but I already had my little cousins crying their little eyes out in my arms and I felt more relieved than sad that he was gone so I had to comfort them to the best of my ability, my mother and my grandmother too (they were devastated). After burying him, everything was going quite smoothly. And after two days things were better than they've been these past 5 years. Now my grandmother can sleep better and have an actual life.

Things are finally looking up, from my perspective.

I have just arrived home, and am a bit tired from the trip back. I hope there aren't so many grammatical mistakes and I actually make sense in my sentences, ugh...