I lay down on my mother’s bed, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof. Though I’d been using this room as my own for the past three years, it would forever be my mother’s room. It looked nearly identical to when I use to come and stay when I was little. I would always get moms old room, and Molly, my sister, would always complain because she had to stay in our uncle’s old room, even though it had been completely transformed into her room over the past three years. I couldn’t believe it had been that long. Three years may either seem like a long time or a short time, depending on how long you’ve been living, but living without a mom for three years is torture to anyone.
A tear rolled down my face when I remembered tonight would be the last night I would be living in my grandmother’s beach house. I was so happy that at least our uncle decided to keep it once after grandma died. It wasn’t fair she was gone. Everyone I loved had left me. Except for Molly. She was my rock, even though she was only ten. She was the reason I didn't break down and cry every given moment. I needed to be strong for her, because I was all she had left.
After our mother died, grandma welcomed us into her house, with her arms wide up. Molly, a distressed seven year old who didn't understand why mom had to go, and a teenager who hid all emotions, for fear of letting all the anger and sorrow loose. But our grandmother taught us it was okay to be upset and life does go on when someone dies. How I wish she was here to tell me that now. How was I supposed to move on when the only person who could help me died two nights ago?
Grandma had cancer, though she was skeptical of telling us at first. After moms accident she found out, and she didn't want to tell Molly or I because she didn't want us to worry. Last year was when we found out. I was so mad at first, but I couldn’t be mad at her. She didn't choose to get cancer. She didn't do anything wrong to end up dead, unlike my mother. We had helped her so much as she got sicker. We owed her that at the least. After all she’d done for us, taking care of her was on the top of our priorities.
Soon however, she got too sick for us to handle, and that’s when Lucy came into play. She was a caretaker who came to take care of grandma when she was at her worst. Not only did Lucy take care of grandma, but she took care of us.
I knew grandma was going to pass that day. I even told Molly. I had this feeling that that was going to be the last day. So we stayed home from school and sat at her bedside. She slept most of the day, but it was alright. Because every time she woke up she looked at Molly and I and smiled, telling us how proud of us she was.
She died at 5:28 that night.
It was different from the night my mom died. I knew my grandma was going to die, and I thought it would hurt less, but it didn't. It hurt more. I had lost another person in my life.
My train of thought was lost when Molly came running into my room.
“Are you ready?” my sister asked me “Oliver is waiting outside for us”
My uncle Oliver was the one to take Molly and I in. he was younger than my mother by five or so years and we’d never really known him too well. He was very...eccentric. He was an inventor that lived alone with his dog Tobias in a small apartment. I didn't even know how he was going to have room for Molly and me. I don’t even remember there being an extra bedroom in his house.
“Coming” I said to Molly. I got off my mother’s bed and grabbed my suitcase. I took one last look at my mother’s room before shutting the light and closing the door. Hopefully, this wasn’t going to be my last time in this house, but I knew I wouldn’t be back until the summer.
My uncle Oliver lived a good three hours away. Though he’d come up to visit grandma often, it was a lot for him to drive three hours here and back just to stay for two days. I’d tried to convince him to let us just move into grandma’s house, but he refused. He said he’d much rather live in his tiny apartment then grandmas large home.
