The Realization of Losing My Grandmother
Sara, my grandmother, was such an inspirational person to me and to others around her. She lived a long beautiful life and saw many things while she was alive. Growing up my grandma was a major part of my life, almost like having a second mom and yet she was gone before I knew it. July 18 was the date when the world stood still. Not only had I lost my grandmother, I lost a friend, someone I could talk to without being judged, someone who could show me a piece of the past and let me know how it once was, a wonderful storyteller. It was on that day that I realized I should never take life for granted, never think people are going to be around forever, and greatly cherish the relationships I have with the people I love the most.
My relationship with my grandma was a great one. I’d like to think it was better than most because she was more of a mother figure. My father passed away when I was only 15 months old and needless to say I spent a lot of time with her growing up. I loved the stories she told of her travels around the country, seeing every state except for Alaska. She would tell about the events in history she was alive for. I especially enjoyed hearing stories from when my mom was a child and the other children in the family. One of my favorite pastimes was taking day trips to Reelfoot Lake and being told stories all the way there and all the way back. Oh how I wish I could remember all of those wonderful stories.
I was at work when I received the call, the call that I had been dreading, news that my grandmother had died. I was suddenly sent into a state of shock. I knew it was bound to happen but just in denial. She had undergone a procedure to remove blockage from one of her arteries and suffered a stroke shortly after the surgery. She was forced on life support after the stroke and we then had to make the decision to take her off life support and play the waiting game with her life. That moment right before they took her off life support was the hardest
My relationship with my grandma was a great one. I’d like to think it was better than most because she was more of a mother figure. My father passed away when I was only 15 months old and needless to say I spent a lot of time with her growing up. I loved the stories she told of her travels around the country, seeing every state except for Alaska. She would tell about the events in history she was alive for. I especially enjoyed hearing stories from when my mom was a child and the other children in the family. One of my favorite pastimes was taking day trips to Reelfoot Lake and being told stories all the way there and all the way back. Oh how I wish I could remember all of those wonderful stories.
I was at work when I received the call, the call that I had been dreading, news that my grandmother had died. I was suddenly sent into a state of shock. I knew it was bound to happen but just in denial. She had undergone a procedure to remove blockage from one of her arteries and suffered a stroke shortly after the surgery. She was forced on life support after the stroke and we then had to make the decision to take her off life support and play the waiting game with her life. That moment right before they took her off life support was the hardest