It's the 3rd Syawal. At the least unexpected moment, our Grandma leave us all. My parents were there besides her during her last seconds, and we just seconds too late, but we were there till the very end bits.
I hate the idea of having to travel during Ramadhan, long-distance travel especially. Moreover when I'm the one who had to do the driving-a total 600km through and forth. And it's much worse when I had to do a meeting and follow with a site-inspection!! You do the maths. I simply HATE it!! With a huge exclaimation mark that is.