The daycare I had from ages 0 to 10 was my Grandparents. …show more content…
At the end of the small hallway my family awaits. I can see their eyes are glazed over, in distraught and pain. I made it to my Dad and gave him a hug. He didn 't have to say what happened, I knew. He told me to be strong for my sister. Leaving the school behind my family and I walked to our car. We got in the car and my parents told me that my Grandma had died around 10am on November 2nd, 2013, a little bit over a year after my Grandpa 's death. I didn 't cry, I was mostly in shock. Anger was the first thing I felt; angry they didn’t take me out sooner and I could have possibly said goodbye. The hope that it was a lie stil creeped into my head, that it was a dream. In hope that in an alternate universe that my Grandma was there, alive. But, that “alternate universe” is my imagination.
I have learned a lot from what happened on that day. I learned that life is precious. My Grandparents should have lived so much longer than they did. But, i can 't wish for the impossible. I also learned that cancer absolutely sucks. It’s the worst, it takes the ones you love the most away from you. But despite everything bad that had happened, I will always have the memories and the moments in my