My grandma’s novenario has started.
I love my grandma. I miss her.
Things have changed since she died. My grandpa has gotten too old and lost his independence. The thing is, now that we have to get together to do this novenario, it feels like the focus is on him. Before we start praying, we talk about my grandpa.
I don’t like that.
Either way, one day down and eight more to go.