My real life stories.

I never got to say goodbye.

(The pic above is actual a pic of my great grandma) My day was normal. I got up. Got ready for school. Went to school. Yeah. But what I didn't know. My great grandma, the one I didn't know most my life, the one I lived with for months. She had a stroke. I wasn't told. Until I got home and looked for her in the living room, kitchen, her bedroom, outside. She was no where. I sat there, on the couch, wondering where the fuck my grandma was. My step grandma walks in. I asked where great grandma was. She sat next to me and said 'she had a stroke. Me and your grandpa were home. She had a stroke right there in her favorite blue chair. We called the police. The ambulance were on there way. When they got in the drive way. She walked herself to it. I asked her if she needed help. She said she don't need no help.' I got up and went to my room. I lied there on my stomach, crying hours, upon hours. Later that day I fell asleep. The next day I was sad all day. I wouldn't even do my school work. I just sat there... Crying... Later that night I tried to sleep without my tv, I had a night light I still have to this day, and my fan on. I turned toward the wall. 10-20 mins later I hear someone whisper in my ear. I turn around and see nobody. I got up and went downstairs to the basement, and slept with my parents that night. She died Thursday, October 3, 2013. I wanted to see her, see her face, before she died. But I couldn't. I begged my dad, he said it would make me cry. But why could my dad, mom, step grandma, grandpa, and even grandma. Got to see her before she died. The only reason why my grandma got to see her is cause my great grandma asked to see her before she died. When we were at her wake. I cried almost the whole time. She Was in this little black box, burnt to ash. Cremated. She was buried with a bottle of Pepsi, and her husband, my great grandpa. She got to keep his ashes so they could be buried together.

I cried while writing this. Cause all the memories rushed back to me like it all happened yesterday. When she taught me how to knit. When I hugged her every day. When I waited to start eating for her to pray to God for the delicious meal. She left her house and never came back. I never got to say I love her, I never got to hug her, I never got to say goodbye the last day I saw her.