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Posting Date 2006-10-14 20:41:03
Author daothaone
Title My Grandmother
Category lost someone I loved (e.g. died)
Where it happend My house
Age then 18
Age now 18
Gender MALE
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Story Length 437
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My Grandmother

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It was mid-April and I was a senior in highschool. My whole grade was excited for graduation and all of the things surrounding it. My entire life was going great. Our baseball team looked good. My grades were exceptional. My girl friend and I were getting along. It just seemed that nothing could go wrong. I was definately mistaken.

After school one day, I arrived home to find my mom, dad, and grandfather sitting at my kitchen table with solemn faces. My grandfather never goes anywhere without my grandmother so I knew something was wrong. I got a feeling that something happened to my grandmother but I tried not to acknowledge it. My dad said, "Pat we have some bad news." It was then that I was sure something was wrong. My dad continued, "Your grandmother had a heart attack today and died."

I felt as if I had been severely punched in the stomach. I couldn't find words to talk. My grandmother and I were very close. We talked about things and she told me about her childhood. I didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her. The doctors said that there were no signs and there was nothing they could to to help her. I could not express in words the hurt that I was feeling. At the funeral I couldn't even bear to look in the coffin because I wanted to remember her as the fun loving smiling woman that she was and not the body in coffin with vacant lifeless eyes.

As time past we tried to comfort each other. I felt as if I was drifting through life and looking in from the outside. I couldn't relate to anything. I just didn't feel right. It was not until I talked with a priest that I could once again be happy. The priest explained to me that it was my grandmother's time to go. He said that dying is not a punishment it is something that we all must experience. He said that she is now in a peaceful state with God and is verry happy an is waiting for my family. After that I felt much better. I understood about death more. I'm not afraid to die because I know that I will not be alone. People die everyday and as long as you are a good person than you have nothing to fear. I now encourage people that lose someone to talk about it with another family member, a priest, or a grief counsler or someone else you feel comfortable talking to.


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