Ok, so far we have had a few story times, and you guys have heard of some of my hilarious fails and stuff like that. Today, I'm gonna talk about some of my memories from the saddest things that've happened to me. Basically, memories of stuff that happened that were really sad for me, and spoilers: they involve death. So let's get into number one
So around 2013, my great grandma was in very poor health, and had been since the 80's. Anyways, she had breast cancer (I think) and I just remember being super sad and really upset. Surprisingly, if I remember right, the doctors said she wouldn't make it til the end of the year but she did,which I know for sure. Also, for those who don't know I was born in later March (the 29th to be exact) and that plays a key part in what happened next. Anyways, my great grandma was living with her sister, brother-in-law, and husband since our family was busy and we couldn't go to her house all the time, though we always wanted too. The months turned, and soon March came by and I was counting the days til my birthday. Sadly, on March 25th, actually the day after my sister's birthday, she passed away. My great grandpa recollected going to the restroom and her still being there, and coming back and she had passed. Anyways, I was really upset about it, and it made matters worse that the funeral was on my birthday. Best birthday ever. Sorry guess my sarcasm came in at a wrong time
Last year, roughly over a year to be exact, my great grandpa was in poor health. I was really upset about it, but the day that he passed was a weird one. So for those of y'all who don't know I'm a lit homeschooled kid, and the day that he passed, my whole family was at our thing. It took forever, and then lunch time rolled around. We had homemade mac-and-cheese which I swear is like heaven on earth. Not literally, but it's close to that. Anyways, we continued on eating, and remember over hearing my mom talking to my dead via phone call, and she was saying how Grandpa was in the hospital. At 3 we left, and it got very hectic. I had asked my mom on the way home about him, and she said that he had been there for 2 days and we hadn't known, for he didn't want to tell us. We got a new couch that night, and I remember going to be my muscles really sore, for it was heavy. My mom and dad woke me up, and I remember being like get off me stop it, and such but the one thing she said got me up in a milisecond: Get up (censored) this might be the last time we say Grandpa. After that, we went to the hospital and we said our farewells. My sister and dad watched him pass, and we got McDonald's after finding out he passed, since that was the only place open at 1 am. I remember yelling at my mom, and I swear grieving is no excuse to be mean to your mom.
Ok, this is around 2015 or 2016, and I'm not sure which. Anyways this is the story of how I lost one of my baby brothers. I think it was May of 2016, but I remember coming home from school and immediately going to play Call of Duty WaW, which is one of my personal all time favorites. I was midway through this one level where you are in Stalingrad or Leningrad (haven't play in forever). Anyways, Dad cam home and told me that we had lost him. I swear I felt like crying but I just continued to shoot the Nazis and kill them.
2014 or 2015, pretty sure 2015, we lost a baby brother. I found out after coming home from school, and I swear I was so upset. Those things just set you off, and I was really upset.
Anyways thanks for reading this and please tell me what I should write about next. Like for example, scariest moment or stupidest thing I've ever done.
