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 Revised Non-Fiction Story My great-grandmother, Granny, was 95 years old when she passed away on July 12th, 2010. She meant a lot to me and was a huge inspiration. She showed me how to be polite and to respect myself and everybody around me. The impact that she made in my life was significant. Forgetting all of the memories and times we spent together is unimaginable! The story starts on the Fourth of July when I was at a sleepover at a friend’s house. Everything was fine and dandy until the next day when I received a call from my mother to meet her at the hospital. Since she worked there, I thought she would want me to eat a scrumptious salad or sandwich with her. Instead, when I arrived, I saw my whole family gathered in the Emergency Room waiting area. When my mother welcomed me with a warm smile, she said that she had bad news about a family member. It was then that she told me Granny had a heart attack the night before. Although it wasn’t serious, it was almost irrefutable that she wouldn’t make it. Since my family was almost certain that she would pass away soon, they wanted to start to clean out her house. I remember the smell of all of the cleaning supplies and the look on everybody’s faces as they cleaned. We all knew Granny was dying, so my distant cousins and I were trying to talk and get to know each other more. The favorable part of this experience was that I actually got to talk to those people that I haven’t seen since I was 7. The only time we would have ever seen each other is when Granny arranged it. She was getting older and didn’t have the strength that she had when she was younger. So as time went by, I started to think that I would never see them all again. The feeling was almost unbearable. When my father rushed into our home with the news that Granny had finally passed away, I couldn’t breathe. I knew at that instant that I would never see or talk to her again. Although the feeling wasn’t extremely devastating because I had been expecting it, I was heartbroken. I wondered and wondered who would keep our entire family close again. Knowing that she wouldn’t be there to keep all of us in touch made me pessimistic. After her death, the funeral came quicker than I imagined it would. I knew deep inside that this would be the last time I connected with my distant cousins. Even though it was a funeral, I felt like I shared plenty of laughter because we were telling amusing stories about our experiences with Granny. I told the story of how she would always have freshly made delicious berry fruit punch when we would visit her. It wasn’t until after the funeral and when we were arriving at the burial that I honestly busted into tears. Even though I miss her more and more every day, I know she is in a much better place. I pray for her soul every day. This may sound strange, but every time I see a bright and colorful butterfly, I think of her life and her she was a fascinating and amusing spirit. She was a wonderful woman and will remain in my memory forever. Rest in Peace, Granny. Article posted October 23, 2011 at 10:44 AM • comment • Reads 190 • see all articles |
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