Oh Mary
Oh Mary:
A moving narrative about my deceased grandmother, Mary.
Losing a best friend is the worst kind of feeling in a lifetime, is it not? On September 28th, 2008 I had lost my grandma due to cervical cancer. Her name was Mary Theresa Hammond and she was seventy-three years old when she had passed away. She was the only person in my life who loved me, cared about me, and understood me and much as she did. Nobody has ever been closer to my heart than she once was. The relationship between us was vastly strong, passionate, and adventurous. After five years, I still can’t believe that she had departed from my life, becoming a spirit in the atmosphere in which I live in day in and day out. When we had found out that she had stage 3 cervical cancer it shattered my heart to pieces, but I stayed strong. We were told that through various treatments and a final surgery just 3 months later that she would have beaten cancer and had been cancer free, however, we were told wrong. The cancer had spread rapidly throughout her body and there was no chance of stopping it. Her behaviors and emotions were getting worse as she was sitting is hospice care. I was in complete denial of the fact that my grandma was dying. My best friend, my inspiration, everything that meant something to me was dying. It didn’t seem real to me that this was
happening. It all felt like a terrifying nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. I feel such resentment towards myself because I never had a chance to say goodbye to tell her “I love you” one last time. She passed away at three o’clock a.m. by my mother’s side, though I wish I was there as well. The guilt, hurt, and pain still tears through me to this day, though I know she wouldn’t have wanted me to feel this way, it’s difficult not to. I had lost the most important person to me and I don’t think that anyone can understand what a huge impact she was on my life.
There are many things to miss about my grandma, such as her humor,
A moving narrative about my deceased grandmother, Mary.
Losing a best friend is the worst kind of feeling in a lifetime, is it not? On September 28th, 2008 I had lost my grandma due to cervical cancer. Her name was Mary Theresa Hammond and she was seventy-three years old when she had passed away. She was the only person in my life who loved me, cared about me, and understood me and much as she did. Nobody has ever been closer to my heart than she once was. The relationship between us was vastly strong, passionate, and adventurous. After five years, I still can’t believe that she had departed from my life, becoming a spirit in the atmosphere in which I live in day in and day out. When we had found out that she had stage 3 cervical cancer it shattered my heart to pieces, but I stayed strong. We were told that through various treatments and a final surgery just 3 months later that she would have beaten cancer and had been cancer free, however, we were told wrong. The cancer had spread rapidly throughout her body and there was no chance of stopping it. Her behaviors and emotions were getting worse as she was sitting is hospice care. I was in complete denial of the fact that my grandma was dying. My best friend, my inspiration, everything that meant something to me was dying. It didn’t seem real to me that this was
happening. It all felt like a terrifying nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. I feel such resentment towards myself because I never had a chance to say goodbye to tell her “I love you” one last time. She passed away at three o’clock a.m. by my mother’s side, though I wish I was there as well. The guilt, hurt, and pain still tears through me to this day, though I know she wouldn’t have wanted me to feel this way, it’s difficult not to. I had lost the most important person to me and I don’t think that anyone can understand what a huge impact she was on my life.
There are many things to miss about my grandma, such as her humor,