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The Memory I won't Forget

October 14, 2018
By daltonpaigek BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
daltonpaigek BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
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I remember a beautiful memory.

This memory was about my grandma and I.

We would take walks after I got out of school and out of my uniform into my playing clothes.

Then off we were down the street.

I would ask her how her day was and she would tell me it was okay or good.

On our adventurous walk we would talk about our day and what we did.

During the walk I told her that I was having a rough day.

She told me that it will get better tomorrow.

What I had wish she told me that she was getting sick instead of sitting in silence.

This silence of pain was killing her on the inside and out and not having her loved ones know how much pain she was in.

This pain turned into a sickness and that sickness was getting worse.

October of 2015 it was around the week of Halloween.

My Family and I got my little sister and brothers their costumes.

Little did I know afterwards everything was going to change.

my mom got the call.

This call meant that Grandma had to go in.

We met my grandpa at a spot, so he could take us home.

After my Siblings and I got in the truck we took off.

I saw Mom and Grandma driving off.

I felt like I was torn from my best friend.

Then a feeling came along and it was not a good one.

This feeling felt like something isn’t right.

After awhile of being home Grandpa got a call.

This meant Grandma was staying in the hospital.

While she was in the hospital she was doing really well and progressing each day.

She would be up and talking and asking how we all were.

We told her how we were doing and asking if she was okay.

She didn’t want us to worry.

I knew what that meant.

One night we went to see her she was fast asleep.

My siblings, mom, grandpa, aunt, uncle, great grandma, and I went into this room.

I called this room the bad news room.

Our aunt and uncle took my siblings and I to get something to eat from the cafeteria.

When we got back I knew from the look on my moms face I knew.

I didn’t wanna believe it.

I wanted to be told that this was all a joke and she would wake up, but it didn’t happen.

I just wanted to wake up from this dream.

This was no dream at all it was a hard reality I couldn’t face and may she rest in peace.

This is the memory I won’t forget.


The author's comments:

This piece I wrote about is about my grandma who passed away and how I still remember how she passed away and what happened.  I cope with her death is by writing about her and I know that people lose their loved ones get really upset and down about it and then awhile later they move on knowing that they're in a better place.  I know that my grandma is in a better place, but she was my best friend and I can't forget about a best friend like her.  She only cared about everyone else other than herself.  She was a careless person and my role model.  I wouldn't ask for a better best friend than her.  She will always be my best friend even if she is not here.


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