I hope all of you have time to appreciate your loved ones because you can never know what is going to happen in the next few minutes or seconds. I hope you get to read my story and maybe feel a bit of sympathy. This left me with a memory I will never forget.
My grandma was my best friend. She had been sick for a few months before. She’d been in and out of hospitals in multiple places, in Mexico, Texas, and then in Kansas City. Then she went to Newman’s Regional Hospital where all her family is. It was another normal day of visiting my grandma in the hospital. It was during COVID so me and my sister couldn’t go in the area she was in. My parents left me to watch my sister while they went with my aunts and uncles to go with my grandma in the hospital.
They usually left early in the afternoon and didn’t come back for an hour or so. When I got my mom’s call after a little over an hour, my heart dropped because she usually didn’t call me while at my grandma’s hospital visits. She just asked me if I wanted to go to my godmother’s house. I was confused, but I said yes because she had not come back in a few hours and I heard crying in the background. I felt like I had an idea of what was going on but I acted dumb until I got the actual news. I told my sister to put her shoes on. Once I got to my Godmother’s house, I stayed in my cousin’s room. Then my cousin on my dad’s side told me my grandma passed away. I’m the type of person to be embarrassed when crying in front of people. I’m not comfortable with it, so I went inside the bathroom and cried. It hurt more knowing my mom didn’t want me to know because when she had called me my grandma had already passed away. I came out of the bathroom acting like nothing happened because I didn’t want my sister to worry.
My mom picked me and my sister up from my godmother’s house. My dad isn’t the type of person to cry, but seeing him hurt made me want to sob. I felt really bad for him. I’m pretty sure my sister knew what was going on once we got to the funeral, but my sister was too young to be in the actual funeral so she stayed in the kid’s room while me and my parents watched the funeral. My dad wanted me to see my grandma one last time in her casket. Seeing her so pale and skinny made me want to cry really bad but I couldn’t. Burying her was definitely the saddest part; especially seeing my aunts sobbing. Everyone was hugging each other and crying. The prettiest part was definitely throwing all the roses on her casket before putting all the dirt on top. I appreciate how my dad made me throw the rose on her casket because I know I would have regretted it if I didn’t. My grandma had a pretty white colored casket with gold sides. She always had a LOT of flowers and her favorite drink (coke) at her gravestone. I have never seen my grandma’s gravestone without flowers around it since she passed away.
She died in September of 2021, but she finally got her gravestone in August this year. It’s really pretty with a picture of San Judas on it and every time my dad gets paid we go visit her and bring her flowers. Her birthday was on October 8th and she passed away on September 5, 2021. I hope all of you have time to appreciate your loved ones because time can get cut so short in so little time.
