When confronted with someone approaching death, a question
on everyone’s mind is “how much time is left?” Usually a difficult question to answer
but is a question some may need to feel comforted and ready to accept death.
After an elder loved one behaves abnormally, gets more and
more confused, or suffers from a serious illness; death is sure to come
knocking on their doorstep. However, I never got that.
I called my grandmother on a Sunday afternoon, like any
other day. I was talking to her about be upcoming trip to Seattle, Washington
and asking about my cousins. She told me she had various upcoming appointments
and had to rush to Khol’s to get my cousin’s birthday present. I told her I
love her and to my reassurance she said love you too.
The next couple days seemed like a blur. I found out that
following afternoon that my grandmother recently experienced a small stroke.
Gram overcame a stroke already in her life and my parents reassured me that she
was fine. That weekend I called my grandma in Seattle. I told her the exciting
bike paths we ran on, the coffee shops we ate at, and the beautiful scenery.
Sadly, my grandma never had been there before. In response, I told her, to not
worry and I take her there that summer if she wanted to and I will even bike
with her. Pull her in a sidecar because I know she could no longer bike.
Then a bomb exploded. Three on Friday my dad called that a
friend was picking me up. I was confused, in not knowing why. After an endless
scream it was because my best friend died. My grandma.
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