I was playing baseball in the middle of a tornado storm January 18, 2002.After the game I was leaving the field I notice my dad standing by the gate with my mom. He came to pick my brother and me up that night and go to see my great grandma at the funeral home. That night while sitting in the funeral home when I was 5 years old my favorite song came on and everyone but me stopped crying and I was wondering why I was losing one my best friend in the world. The next day we buried her on January 19, 2002 on Monkey Island in Grove, Oklahoma on Grand Lake. Now, she is in a better place than surfing the pain that she was going through.
