Personal Narrative: The Death Of Grandma

There are two things in life that are guaranteed; taxes and death. Death is inevitable, although we all think that it is never going to happen to anybody we are connected to. When a person we know has a death in their family we empathize and have sympathy for them. However, we do not fully understand the feelings and cannot imagine how they truly feel. Until the women I admired most in the world, and the women I called Grandma passed away I never knew what others went through. The day she died was the day that my entire life was changed, but I never knew that her death would cause something positive in my life. Ever since I was a little girl I would go to Grandma’s house, we would bake cookies together and the smell of fresh molasses would linger in the house for hours as the oven baked the cookies to perfection. We would go on walks together, shop together and do everything together. I was Grandma’s girl. Together we would spend hours upon hours planting flowers in her garden. Scattered all over her front lawn were flower beds upon flower beds full of …show more content…
She passed away at 11:40am, as we were on our way to the hospital to visit her. She had always said that she did not want us there to see her pass away and she got her wish. I believe that she knew she was going to pass away and that is why she emphasized for us not to come and visit her. Later we found out that she told my uncle to make sure he took Sunday off so that he could come see her and Sunday was the day of her funeral. Not being there to see her one last time devastated me as I walked into the hospital room with her lifeless body laying there; I became overwhelmed. She looked so peaceful that I could not even believe she was gone; she looked as if she was only asleep. I bent down to kiss her forehead one last time, said good-bye and told her I loved her. Inside I felt like my entire world was crashing, and that my heart had just been ripped from my