My Saddest Day To Date

My saddest day to date was the day my mother told me that my great grandmother was put in the hospital. The day was Tuesday, the 19th of January, 2016. It was after school and I was headed towards a club meeting when I received the text message from my mother. She simply told me that she was coming to pick me up from school and that Gross Oma was in the hospital. The whole drive there everyone was silent. All that could be heard was the soft singing of the Christian singers on the radio.
When we got to the hospital my mother pulled my sisters and I aside to let us know what had happened. My gross oma had a massive stroke. The entire right side of her body was paralyzed. She was so heavily drugged that she couldn 't keep her eyes open and could …show more content…
My mother, my sisters, my oma and I all ventured into Gross Oma’s hospital room. As soon as we arrived outside the room I could hear my mother start to cry. First went my sister Chandra. She sat down next to Gross Oma’s hospital bed and gripped her hand. She softly spoke to her and smiled when she felt Gross Oma squeeze her hand. My other sister Kylie followed and then my mother afterwards. I refused. Looking at my gross oma’s barely living body, I couldn 't bring myself to get close to her. I left the room as fast as I could with the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes, but I couldn 't. I hate letting others see me cry. So instead I stood outside the room and counted the speckles on the hallway ceiling. When everyone was done saying their goodbyes we left the hospital so I could attend …show more content…
The next time we saw Gross Oma was on Sunday, the 24th of January. This was at her visitation. My family left the house dressed in grey and black and arrived at the funeral home in Dewitt, Iowa around 1:30 in the afternoon. It was an open casket visitation and there were her favorite candies everywhere. One of my favorites are Starbursts. I remember when I was younger and spent time at Gross Oma’s house she always seemed to have endless amounts of Starbursts in her house. I took a cup full of sour gummy bears and starbursts and retreated to the far room of the funeral home as the rest of my family stood in line to speak to Gross Oma’s body. Around 2pm people other than family started arriving. All of the grandchildren of Gross Oma lined up just after the casket to meet and greet with the passerbys. My mother was among them and continuously was told “My condolences, Sorry for your