The Day that changed my life forever
The day that changed my life forever
It was a typical Sunday morning; I was in my bed sleep, completely oblivious to what was going on across the hall in my mother’s room. That’s when my little sister came in my room to tell me that my mom was crying. I didn’t believe her so I got up to see for myself. I’ve never heard my mother cry before so I thought she was laughing. I stood in the doorway for about five minutes when she looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that my grandmother died in her sleep last night from a heart attack.
I was in complete shock, I didn’t know if I should be sad, mad, devastated, or anything like that. I couldn’t believe that was she gone just like that. The day before, when I last visited her, she looked completely healthy. She was smiling and happy so when I heard she had a heart attack I kept thinking how, how could she be gone so suddenly. Later on that Sunday, we went to her house to see how her brother was holding up. He asked me if I wanted to go in the house but I said, “No, I don’t want to go in there right now”. When he asked me why, all I said was, “I’m just not ready.” I couldn’t handle going in there because of all the memories that were in that were in her house and because of the fact that I was vulnerable, I was still in shock and afraid.
For the next few days, all I could think about was her. When I went to class the next day, I didn’t say anything; I couldn’t even focus on my work, because I missed her so much. To me, my grandma was the rock that kept my family strong. She was what held us together at the seams. My grandma could make anyone laugh no matter what, and she helped any and everyone she could. She taught me things that would eventually help me in the future. After she died, my family just fell apart because we didn’t know what to do. We were afraid that we would break apart at the seams.
We didn’t know who to turn to for advice, we were lost. Her death hit me the hardest because she was my
It was a typical Sunday morning; I was in my bed sleep, completely oblivious to what was going on across the hall in my mother’s room. That’s when my little sister came in my room to tell me that my mom was crying. I didn’t believe her so I got up to see for myself. I’ve never heard my mother cry before so I thought she was laughing. I stood in the doorway for about five minutes when she looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that my grandmother died in her sleep last night from a heart attack.
I was in complete shock, I didn’t know if I should be sad, mad, devastated, or anything like that. I couldn’t believe that was she gone just like that. The day before, when I last visited her, she looked completely healthy. She was smiling and happy so when I heard she had a heart attack I kept thinking how, how could she be gone so suddenly. Later on that Sunday, we went to her house to see how her brother was holding up. He asked me if I wanted to go in the house but I said, “No, I don’t want to go in there right now”. When he asked me why, all I said was, “I’m just not ready.” I couldn’t handle going in there because of all the memories that were in that were in her house and because of the fact that I was vulnerable, I was still in shock and afraid.
For the next few days, all I could think about was her. When I went to class the next day, I didn’t say anything; I couldn’t even focus on my work, because I missed her so much. To me, my grandma was the rock that kept my family strong. She was what held us together at the seams. My grandma could make anyone laugh no matter what, and she helped any and everyone she could. She taught me things that would eventually help me in the future. After she died, my family just fell apart because we didn’t know what to do. We were afraid that we would break apart at the seams.
We didn’t know who to turn to for advice, we were lost. Her death hit me the hardest because she was my