Feel Better

Bad News

   Sooo, I ended up falling asleep. How? I didn't get much sleep last night, what can I say stories can be quite compelling. They only woke me up when Ray got here and when they did wake me. They were all giggling. You know what a nice reunion with my family, you fall asleep and when you wake up they're all laughing at you.

   "You awake sleepy? Stayed up too late?" My dad asked, "Like you always do,"

   "Don't tease him, you do the same. That's where all of them get it from," My mom said narrowing her eyes at my father.

   "Can we get onto the news already? I've got a doctor's appointment in a couple of hours and it's quite far," My older sister, Sarah asked.

   "Yeah now that you all are here. Your- your grandma Elen died. She was sick and she went to the clinic. A few hours after she died," My mom told.

   "Oh my gosh, when?" Sarah asked saddened.

   "Yesterday, we got the news from the hospital she was housed in today," My mom explained.

   "She was a great women," My dad said, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

   "We wanted to tell you in person, we felt this was too important to tell you over text,"

   My eyes soon followed my dad's. Horrible news. Absolutely terrible. I-I can't believe it to be honest, although I definitely know it's real, they wouldn't joke about that. I couldn'teven say goodbye, I couldn't even say anything, she was too far to drive in such short time. I didn't even get to experience all the things my siblings did with her. I feel like I didn't appreciate her as much as I should've. I feel guilty for not visting her as often as I could. I feel guilty for the fact it was her who had to go. Why couldn't have been me? Not like anyone would care as much if it were me. She would still be alive.

   "You- you remember when she microwaved tinfoil?" Ray asked with a sad smile.

   "Yeah, you dad was so annoyed when he had to teach her not to put tinfoil in the mircowave. The only thing I was concerned of was the fact that the mircowave could've blown up," My mom added.

   "I remember I came home and Ray ran up to me and excitedly said, 'Grandma almost blew up the microwave!'. I was so confused," Sarah reminisced. I've heard the story a thousand times while sitting at the table. I wasn't born at the time, so I didn't know anything, but the details they gave me. This was the only time where I ever listened so intently, after the first time of course.

   "I hated the fact I had to teach her why tinfoil is not meant to be microwaved," My dad said.

   After that we shared experiences with grandma that we had. What I mean by that is, mainly my siblings and my parents. I hate being the youngest of three. Now all I am thinking of is, all the time I didn't get to spend with her. I miss her. She was great and kind. Even though I didn't really like church when she brought us along with her I'd put up with it. When she'd vist, she would stay with us. We would do things like go to the aquarium, the zoo or some other activity. After we would usually get food, mostly fast food.

   I never really remember one specific trip, I remember things from it, but never fully. Curse my bad memory I guess. I wish I did though since those are all I've got left from her now. We then all left sooner or later. Sarah to her appointment, Ray because they live a bit far, and Lucas because college classes. Me? I stayed a little longer to sit in my old room and cry. As pathetic as it sounds it helped a bit. I later said goodbye and left.

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Author's Note: Do you like the parents?

   Also sorry for the sadness. Had to put some sad in there, you know? This may be a story that's meant to cheer me up when I write it, but this did cheer me up as I wrote it. Why? My grandma died very few years ago. Either 2020 or 2021, can't remember. Sooo I put that into the story as a way to help let it out. I am going to add many parts that I've experienced personally into the story, but change them up a little. I've already done a few already. If you want, you can try and guess if it has happened to me or not. Again this story was mainly just made to make me feel better after a bad day or whatever.

   Also youngest child, so yeah speaking from experience of not having as much memories as I want with a dead loved one. wooohooooo