Throughout my life I have had to deal with death. When my grandmother died, I thought it would be the hardest thing to do in my life. Losing a parent/grandparent is tough and as a young child I never really understood. My great-grandmother died when I was too young to recall, my grandmother died and the truth was not easy, and lastly my uncle died and I understood the reality.
When I was really young my great grandmother died. I was not aware of death or the concept because I was so young. We traveled to New York because my great grandmother was ill. After she died, my dad was real upset. As a young child I noticed that he was not happy, so I went over to comfort my dad making him feel better.
I don't recall this but my dad has told me a few times and how much it meant to him that I tried to help. Mostly I remember when my grandma died. We were really close to her. So was are caregiver when my parents were away and we have grown up knowing that she was always there. We call her Bubba. She didn't live far from us and we saw her …show more content…
She went to the hospital, Moses Cone, in Greensboro, NC. It was flu season so the doctors would not allow my family to visit her. Mom was real angry at the doctor for not given everything they had into treating her mom. Bubba was getting sicker and so my mom pleaded with the doctors to let us say good-bye. Being nine I still was not totally aware of death as a permanent thing. After she died I believed that she was on a trip or just not seeing us and she was going to come back. I had dreams of her coming through the door and surprising us all. She died on October 4, 2009. It was a Sunday and my mom did not send us to school the next day. We were in morning all week and it was depressing and confusing for all the children. Thursday was the funeral and so mom’s sister and father came down. The funeral was harsh and depressing. I hated the feeling of being sad and overcome with
When I was really young my great grandmother died. I was not aware of death or the concept because I was so young. We traveled to New York because my great grandmother was ill. After she died, my dad was real upset. As a young child I noticed that he was not happy, so I went over to comfort my dad making him feel better.
I don't recall this but my dad has told me a few times and how much it meant to him that I tried to help. Mostly I remember when my grandma died. We were really close to her. So was are caregiver when my parents were away and we have grown up knowing that she was always there. We call her Bubba. She didn't live far from us and we saw her …show more content…
She went to the hospital, Moses Cone, in Greensboro, NC. It was flu season so the doctors would not allow my family to visit her. Mom was real angry at the doctor for not given everything they had into treating her mom. Bubba was getting sicker and so my mom pleaded with the doctors to let us say good-bye. Being nine I still was not totally aware of death as a permanent thing. After she died I believed that she was on a trip or just not seeing us and she was going to come back. I had dreams of her coming through the door and surprising us all. She died on October 4, 2009. It was a Sunday and my mom did not send us to school the next day. We were in morning all week and it was depressing and confusing for all the children. Thursday was the funeral and so mom’s sister and father came down. The funeral was harsh and depressing. I hated the feeling of being sad and overcome with