The Five Stages

They say that it takes five stages of grieving after you lose someone you love. Well, i can easily say that these five “simple” stages can feel like a hurricane of emotions. I mean sure, you have the death of your favorite character on a show, or in a book, but death never really hits you until you experience it. Until you see it. Until you feel it. Ever since i could remember, my grandmother or “ Teta “ is arabic, was always apart of my life. She was there when i was learning how to walk, when I was learning to talk, or even when I come back from a game i won. Every year or two she came to America , unless we went to visit in Lebanon. We only went twice, so she came pretty often. I remember one morning, waking up to the clank of of
We all gather up as the sounds of complaints fill the car. It's gonna be a long one i thought.As we got closer and closer, everyone was anxious to be realesed out the monstiours car that we began to hate. I see the mall sign and jump out of my seat ready to be the first one to get out the car. As everyone poured out, i went to get my grandma an electrical wheelchair. We did of course occasionally lose her, but otherwise we stuck together like two peas in a pod. By the end of our shopping extravaganza, we were all starving to death. With all the bickering and complaining we decided to just eat at Applebee's. It was a family dinner, everyone talking and laughing as the food began to cheerfully fill them up. By the end of the night, my grandmas eyes were filled with happiness. That night we went home singing and having a good time with the
The dreaded smell of the hospital welcomes us and we make our way to her room. We open the door to her face light up. I give her a hug feeling her cold hands around me. We spent an hour or two talking and telling stories. By the time it's ready for us to go I tell her
“ Alright Teta, I'll see you soon, I love you! and she gazes back to me and says
“ okay, I love you all very much” A few days later, my parents call and tell us something went wrong and she needs an emergency surgery. My heart sinks. My whole family except the kids rush over the the ER. A couple hour later we get a call saying she's not gonna make it. My world shatters, tears fall down my face, I fall On the couch in shock, tears rushing down My face. My mom comes home later that night, explaining how're doctors said it was a miracle that she made it alive off the plane. It was a miracle she got off the plane and came to say her goodbyes. From that day on, I learned to never take anything for granted and to cherish the people you