My Grandmother

Losing someone close to you is hard to deal with. Waking up one morning and finding out one of your parents died is one of the worst things that can happen in life. Death is hard on anyone, but for a child it's harder. I believe that a final goodbye is to re-affirm why everything happens for a reason. Maybe it's all we need to appreciate the time we have and the people that surround us.

I never understood how well a family could come together until the morning of March 1st, 2005. I woke up for school one morning and realized everyone in my house was still asleep. My grandma was the only one awake so she told me to just go back to sleep because we were not going to school. I knew something was wrong.

A few hours passed by and when we were all up, my grandma had asked me, my sister, and brothers to come into her room. When we were all in there my grandmother had then told us that my mom had died. I was young so when all of my brothers and my sister were crying I was sitting there. I then helped comfort my sister. As days went by I noticed my grandma doing all of the funeral planning and everything. It was not until the day of the body viewing when I realized I was not going to be seeing my mother again anymore. She was not going to see me go into middle school, promote from the 8th grade, even graduate from high school.

Everything happens for a reason but why? Growing up is hard to do but when you do it on your own, it's even harder. Not having my mom around has been hard but I've been making it. I have made it all the way through high school and I am now on my first year of college. I know that my mom will always be with me every step of the way. My mother was everything to me. We may have not always had the best relationship, but she meant the world to me and the day she passed I will never forget.