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| Lexa Pierce |
 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 6:19 pm |
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This is something I had to write for an English class a few years ago in '02, just thought I'd share...
In the year two- thousand- two of September, I lost a very valuable person, my adopted grandmother. For almost seven years I had known her, listening to her stories and getting advice on how to handle things in my life. She was like a book of all-knowing things. I would ask her questions and she’d have answers to anything I'd ask...
The day I learned she had passed away, I was eating and watching a movie with my cousin when the phone rang. I paid no heed to the phone because I knew my mom would answer it, and I was glad I didn’t. My mom came into the TV room to tell me that Anne, my adopted grandmother, had just passed away earlier that same day. After I asked her to repeat what I had just heard I shoed her out of the room, not wanting to believe it. I repeated it over and over in my head but it just didn’t sink in.
After a few minutes the phone rang again. I picked it up and it was my dad. He asked how I was and I lied saying I was fine. I quickly hung up the phone and called one of my friends, barely holding it together. After I left a message I began to shake and sob, hard. I rocked back and forth, not actually knowing why I was doing that, not that I cared.
Never have I hurt so much in my life. It was like someone had reached inside and ripped by heart out, shattering it into a million pieces. Long had I expected that day and physically I was prepared but psychologically I wasn’t. How can you prepare yourself for such a thing? You can't.
My friend called back and I told her. For a long time we sat on the phone denying it at first then crying and remembering the things she told us.
For days I couldn’t stop crying and it hurt so much to talk about it. I pretty much avoided the subject and tried to function normally. Paying attention was hard along with doing anything. Wednesday was the day of the funeral and it was beautiful with gorgeous flowers and the day was perfect. The casket was a beautiful ivory white with gold trimming. The flowers were colorful roses, daisies, lilies of all kinds, violets, and so many more I cant remember all of them.
Everyone cried and a few had a speech then we went to Shelly's house, having some laughs and exchanging stories. It was a sad yet happy atmosphere where everyone felt at ease with each other, some knowing one another while others didnt but all knew they had lost someone in common, making it easier to talk to each other. In a way it was odd.
No matter how hard one may try to be prepared, the sense of loss and grief is an overwhelming power. It never gets easier, nor does it go away after something like that happens and to this day I have an empty space in my heart that still hurts.
I move on and know that she is always there in every waking and sleeping moment. I always think of her and confide in her whether she answers or not.
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| bohemianbabe |
| Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 7:31 pm |
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oh darling....
i dont know what to say except that i love you
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| Blackpanther |
| Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 3:55 pm |
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That just made me cry.  |
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| Lexa Pierce |
| Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 7:07 pm |
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Me loves ya too chica
Yeah I cant read that without getting choked up :-/ |
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| darkanger4u |
| Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 5:27 pm |
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I know how it feels...I passed throwgh that ...It remembered my of my grandmother...She died 7 years ago,she was the best on the whole world...She died of breast cancer...I couldn't believe it when mom told me..I cried soo much for her,and 2 weeks i was in shook way...My mother kinda fighted with me for me...To recover my self after my grandma's death...
I love you chica! |
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