A few hours ago, I recieved horrible news… My grandmother was in the hospital, sick and hooked up to a breathing machine. About an hour ago, I recieved even more bad news.. She didn’t make it. I started breaking down hoping my tears would bring her back but it wasn’t helping. I couldn’t believe it, just like how I couldn’t belive Kyle was gone. Even though she was 11,000 miles away, I wished she could’ve lived long enough to see me graduate high school, college, get married and have kids. I wasn’t expecting today to be that day for her to leave me, my cousins, aunts and uncles, especially my mom. Seeing her cry made my heart ache. I just wanted to see, hug and kiss my Grandmother one last time. To tell her I love her and how much I missed her. I started thinking about all the memories I spent with her, going through pictures and trying to remember her voice. I know she’ll be watching over me and will always be by my side but right now, all I have are pictures and a head full of memories.
R.I.P. Grandma, I love you. Always and forever.
