I was about thirteen when it all happened. I went to church and Sunday school every week, and was a straight "A" student in school. I hung out with the right crowd, and didn't cause much reason to get disciplined in school except for the occasional talking while the teacher was.
I was involved in piano lessons, gymnastics, swimming, horse-riding, and did everything a boy could do. Everything was going wonderfully, and I was enjoying life to its fullest extent.
She said thanks, but she wanted to get a piece of fish at the supermarket next door anyway; two birds with one stone and all of that. She blew a kiss at me off the palm of her hand and went out. I was a sophomore in high school and Thanksgiving had just past.
I had fallen asleep watching a movie in the living room we had in the basement. Thinking someone had dropped something, I went back to sleep. It was when I heard my dad running above when I knew something was wrong. It was the first time in a while that I went to bed early. I was in a nice relax sleep. Then I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. It was my big brother Domz. English Comp. The night before my great grandmother died we said our last good-byes in hopes that she would rest in peace knowing that we loved her.
I had known her for sixteen years, and in that sixteen years we had become extremely close. She was not only a grandmother to me but also a friend and a confidant. I feared the day that I would have to deal with the pain and the realization of losing her. She passed away almost four years ago, in February, but it still feels like yesterday that I was standing over her deathbed and telling her that I loved her for the last time.
I am just now coming to grips with the pain and loss I feel when I think of her. My family and I were sitting down at home for a Chinese take-out dinner, and we received a phone call. My mother answered the phone. She looked as though someone had punched her in the gut, as along with the tears came a look of fear and sadness.
After she got off the phone she was shaking like a naked child on a too cold night. Through great gasps of breath she filled the family in on what was going on, so we jumped in the van and sped to the nursing home. With my team I quickly walked out on the field and began to warm-up.
With no desire to play, our warm-up looked rather sloppy and unorganized, again another sign that it was a bad day. Our time to get ready for the game slowly disappeared and the game started. At first, it was not as messed up as I thought that it would be, my team was playing fairly good and there had been nothing bad that happened so far.
With no desire to play, our warm-up looked rather sloppy and unorganized, again another sign that it was a bad day. She said thanks, but she wanted to get a piece of fish at the supermarket next door anyway; two birds with one stone and all of that. Memorable day is the funniest and happiest day of our life. I leaned over the rail on the bed and gave her a hug. I woke up one morning with everyone crying, and my dad gone to Florida.
With trembling ears I heard to her.
Not wanting to accept the fact that she was going to die, I reluctantly began to walk toward her room. Through writing the different types of paper and other activities I was able to acquire those skills.