No one I love stays, no one I hate goes

¨Lexi, we're gonna stop by grammy’s house because she said she’s not feeling well,” my dad explained to me as we were in the car
“Okay,” I replied… If only I knew.

I just continued to stare at the little flakes, falling, adding to the sheet of snow like a giant blanket, dy covering the ground outside the window. The sky was getting darker as I thought about my grandma. Thinking about hugging her as I walk through the door. I remember that night perfectly.

My dad parked the car and told me to wait in the car for a little bit until he knew what was going on. So I sat, and I waited. I turned on the radio after what seemed to be a million years, and sang along to the songs that came on. I sat, and I watched and I sat, and I watched. And I thought.

What is going on right now. Why is dad taking so long in there?  It’s been thirty minutes and he is still in there. Grammy… what if there is something really wrong with her and I’m just sitting here talking about how bored I am. I am such a jerk. A horrible person. Is she okay?

10 more minutes passed. The faded sound of sirens appeared in the distance and I started thinking about who could have gotten arrested. The sirens got closer and I started to see the flashing lights from around the corner. “Demons” began to play in the background while more thoughts were racing through my head.

They are coming so close. Who could be getting arrested? This close, really? Wait a minute…  “Don’t get too close it’s, it’s dark inside.”

I watched as the lights came closer to me. The sounds of the sirens pounding in my head, getting louder and louder.  Time froze.

No, No, No. She’s okay, she’s fine. They’re here for someone else. It’s just a coincidence…

Ambulances rushed up the driveway and parked on the grass and pavement near the door. The EMT’s were rushing with a stretcher as tears rolled down my face. Seeing her getting pulled away crushed me, tears turned to streams, but what could I do. I just sat. No one there to tell me what’s going, confused. No one there to comfort me, no one.

Terrified. Depressed. Scared. Alone.

I loved her so much and when she past, I felt broken, abandoned, but I realized that she went to a better place. No matter how I felt, it was better for her. I didn’t have that many memories with her but the ones I do have are the best memories I have. How she would let me sneak candy from the bowls on the coffee table when my dad wasn’t looking. The smell of her cooking as soon as you walk through the door, oh my gosh her spaghetti was the best I have ever tasted. Her hugs, making me feel like she would never let go.
                                                            

No one I love stays, no one I hate goes

¨Lexi, we're gonna stop by grammy’s house because she said she’s not feeling well,” my dad explained to me as we were in the car

“Okay,” I replied… If only I knew.

I just continued to stare at the little flakes, falling, adding to the sheet of snow like a giant blanket, dy covering the ground outside the window. The sky was getting darker as I thought about my grandma. Thinking about hugging her as I walk through the door. I remember that night perfectly.

My dad parked the car and told me to wait in the car for a little bit until he knew what was going on. So I sat, and I waited. I turned on the radio after what seemed to be a million years, and sang along to the songs that came on. I sat, and I watched and I sat, and I watched. And I thought.

What is going on right now. Why is dad taking so long in there?  It’s been thirty minutes and he is still in there. Grammy… what if there is something really wrong with her and I’m just sitting here talking about how bored I am. I am such a jerk. A horrible person. Is she okay?

10 more minutes passed. The faded sound of sirens appeared in the distance and I started thinking about who could have gotten arrested. The sirens got closer and I started to see the flashing lights from around the corner. “Demons” began to play in the background while more thoughts were racing through my head.

They are coming so close. Who could be getting arrested? This close, really? Wait a minute…  “Don’t get too close it’s, it’s dark inside.”

I watched as the lights came closer to me. The sounds of the sirens pounding in my head, getting louder and louder.  Time froze.

No, No, No. She’s okay, she’s fine. They’re here for someone else. It’s just a coincidence…

Ambulances rushed up the driveway and parked on the grass and pavement near the door. The EMT’s were rushing with a stretcher as tears rolled down my face. Seeing her getting pulled away crushed me, tears turned to streams, but what could I do. I just sat. No one there to tell me what’s going, confused. No one there to comfort me, no one.

Terrified. Depressed. Scared. Alone.

I loved her so much and when she past, I felt broken, abandoned, but I realized that she went to a better place. No matter how I felt, it was better for her. I didn’t have that many memories with her but the ones I do have are the best memories I have. How she would let me sneak candy from the bowls on the coffee table when my dad wasn’t looking. The smell of her cooking as soon as you walk through the door, oh my gosh her spaghetti was the best I have ever tasted. Her hugs, making me feel like she would never let go.