Personal Narrative: My Grandmother's Death

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

I remember it as if it happened yesterday. The strange sound of my mom's phone was loud and alarming. I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep. Soon after I went back to sleep, my mom came in my room. I sat up in my bed with my eyes half opened, and I remember the puzzled look on her face. It was frightening like if she had just been told something unexpected and upsetting. And at that exact moment, I knew exactly what she was going to say, and I froze in fear. She sat next to me and nervously mumbled ¨Your grandma passed away¨. I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to believe it. The exact same four words kept repeating over and over in my head and I felt like the whole world was spinning. Without even realizing, I then found myself bawling my eyes out. I had so many mixed emotions. I was heartbroken, I was angry and I was upset. My mom told me to get dressed since we were going to the hospital but I refused to go. I was upset and all I wanted to do was to be alone. My mom then left after having a talk with me about my grandma. I started to feel better and I was starting to accept that things happen for a reason, but it also started to feel like there was a huge hole in my

It all started about 6 years ago over the summer; I have been staying with my grandmother and my older sister for about a month, and during that time, we were always happy and having fun, my grandma was completely healthy for someone her age always in a happy mood and active. I remember one day we were walking outside talking about what we wanted to do or be when we grow up. As we were walking around her garden, she started complaining about her chest hurting so I offered to go and get her some water. I ran inside and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and ran back to her, I saw her sitting on a bench clutching her chest, she tried to stand up but she almost fell over. My sister and I rushed to her side and walked back to the house when, we got inside we yelled for our aunt to come down stairs and told her what had happen. After that, I do

I was driving home from my uncle's cabin by the boundary water up north with him my grandma and my two younger cousins, about an hour in my grandma got a phone call and started crying and i heard her talking about my mom and some sort of brain injury, once she got off the phone about 15 minutes later she told me what happened to her and that she had a brain aneurysm she explained what it was because I had no idea what that was and how bad it could be, after she told me what it was I could not help but look it up on my phone and that was a horrible decision because the first thing that I saw that it was a 50% death rate, after I saw that I could not help but start crying and thinking what would happen if my mom would die. The last 5 hours of that car ride felt like forever. When I got to the hospital later that day, I saw my whole family there and my moms friend that were there when it happened, My dad said she was going through surgery right when i got there.

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

One of the most nerve-racking moments of my life was when I found out my grandma had colon cancer. I knew something was wrong from the point she told me that something was upsetting her stomach. She finally went to the doctor and then had a CAT scan, which found nothing. Then she was taken to the hospital for a colonoscopy, and diagnosed with colon cancer. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I love my grandma so much and this really hit me hard.

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

When I was a kid in Lakewood Washington I had always loved Halloween and going trick or treating. I was going to be a ghoul that year and I had just gotten home from school and I said “Mom, mom where are you.” and I see Torin my little brother in his crib crying my moms door was open and I walked in to look for mom and I see her dead in the closet hanging.

I'm trying to recall the people I met last night.  Please help to remember them.

I failed to mention certain details in the beginning of my story that I would like to share with you. During my teenage years and before my grandmother had passed, I had experienced true love with an extraordinarily handsome man named Gary, so I was familiar with how it felt, and also knew that I didn’t have that feeling in either of my marriages. Unfortunately, Gary and I went our separate ways, but we have always remained close friends even after I moved away, married, moved back, and married again. He, himself had his own life agenda going on, he married and divorced, and during that time, out of respect for our spouses we kept our communications limited.

I guess I will die soon like Kelly and other 18 year olds all because of the cure for our parent’s immortality. I guess everything comes with a price doesn’t it?

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she