December 11, 1996 was the most dreadful day of my life, it was the day my great grandmother died. It started off like any normal day of the week. I got up, got ready and went to school. I was in the sixth grade. It was soon after I got to school that my mother came and picked me up. I thought to myself "I don"t have any kind of doctors appointments, so why is my mother getting me out of school early?" As my mother and I were traveling out of my classroom, she turned to me and said "Heather, G.G. died this morning." Usually when a person dies, people cry, and for some reason I could not. Maybe I was in too much of a shock to cry; whatever it was I just could not. When my mother and I arrived at my grandmothers" house, which is where my great grandmother had been staying, my aunts, uncles and cousins were there. It was hard; I did not know exactly what to think. I did not know how to react. She was always so loving and caring and put everyone else first. She was one of the most important people in my life.
My great grandmother had a wonderful sense of humor, yet shockingly self-deprecating. She loved to play games such as Spite and Malice or as she called it, Spit on Alice and Yahtzee. One of her hobbies was sewing, she used to sew many things, one being clothes for my dolls. When I went to her house she used to let me use the sewing machine, and I thought that was the neatest thing in the world. When family would come for extended visits she would have a little ditty she would sing in the morning when she heard someone start trotting down the stairs. It went .
"Who's that coming down my stairs,.
Who's that coming down my stairs,.
Who's that coming down my stairs, .
Is it Heather or Nancy?".
She would see who was coming down the stairs and would insert their name and then use someone else's name that was staying there for the other name. There was an enormous mirror in her dining room, which was on the wall over a large dresser in which she could see the stairs and who was coming down them.
