Betty's Death-Personal Narrative

When I was about nine years old my great grandma Betty died. She was my grandpa’s mom. I remember my mom getting the call and her telling everyone that we needed to go, of course I was curious and kept asking where we were going. Once we got to her house my mom told my brother and I to sit outside, once we waited about 5 minutes outside on an old swing of my great grandmas my mom came and told us that she died. Of course I didn’t really understand so I just kinda said ok. Then my mom’s cousin saw us and asked if we wanted to go to the park and gas station to get some candy. Once we got to the gas station I remember getting some kind of sour candy and my brother getting a candy bar. After that we went to the park and played there for a good