My most important memory was the passing of my grandma, she was a funny and sweat woman. She was the type that always went to church every Sunday. What grandma loved the most were her grand kids, church, and cooking soul food. April 4, 2001 my mom and I received a phone call from Dr. King he said come to the hospital. We rush to the hospital as fast as we could ran upstairs to room ten, but before we opened the door Dr. King said, I sorry, then I opened the door and saw my grandma there in the bed with her eye shut.
My first response was to start crying, but I couldn't cry, it was like my heart drop to my feet as I kept looking it was like I was in a movie or something because it didn't feel real. I ran to the visitor's room and start to watch TV but I couldn't then I call my sister and told her the bad news. So then I went back to the room and saw about sixteen people standing around the bed and they were crying a hugging one another. My sister said that it is better for her to leave then to stay. I drove my mother's car home got into the bed and fell straight to sleep, I slept for about two and half hours. I tried to make myself think that the whole thing was a big dream.
Then when I wake up I saw a lot of people in my house cooking, cleaning, and standing around talking. I went in side my grandma old room and looked at old picture on the wall. My mother started to cry because she couldn't believe that grandma was really gone.
It took time for us as a family to get over the lost. But we were strong, about two months for myself to realize she was gone. There were days I cried all night, as long as I can remember my family never gets alone. But as soon as she passed it was like the whole interior family got closer then before, we even started to eat and talk like a real family would. I responded to her death just like any another person would, I think now that I got this example it will help me out in the future so next tome I will know what to do.