My Experience Of Grief Essay

Grief is something that you cannot truly understand until you experience it. As a kid, I heard about grief in class, but was unable to comprehend that feeling. I heard about the grief my mother fought through when her mom died but was unable to understand how she felt. I would think about my parents one day dying and cry. Until this past June, I never grasped the concept of grief.

Let me rewind a bit before the event of late June. My grandparents had flown out to Seattle to watch my cousin perform her last choir concert before she graduated high school. She preferred this over them coming for her graduation. My grandma, at the time was already frail, and in hindsight I think they should have drove out there. Alas, they flew out, watched my cousin sing her heart out, stayed for a while to enjoy the sights of Seattle and eat dinner with my cousin’s family, and then they came back home.
It was a normal summer evening, my parent’s and I sitting on our couches and watching TV. The house phone rang, so my dad got up to get it. My mom and I looked at each other confused. No one ever called our hose phone. He came back into the living room and handed mom the phone saying, “I can’t understand the medical lingo. You talk to her.” It wasn’t till after my mom hung up the phone that I figured out who was on the phone.
“Maria says that Mom’s blood-oxygen level was really low earlier and that her usual treatment hadn’t helped,” my mom explained to us. It had been my aunt calling about Grandma. “Mom was too stubborn and thought she would be fine if she ate and rested a while,” my mom went on, “Maria eventually convinced her to get into the car to take her to the emergency room. She’ll call us again later with the actual diagnosis.” We learned, through a mass text from Aunt Maria the next day, that Grandma had contracted viral pneumonia along with a super bug that had been going