My Mimi was like a second mother to me, since my mother had to work when I was a baby.
I love to visit my Mimi and sometimes we go out to get snow cones or ice cream.
We even went to get food to cook for the family.
She taught me how to cook a lot of recipes from her cook book.
She even tries my fruit salad once on thanksgiving.
She also taught me how to sew a little.
I kept messing up, but she helped me through it.
When I got sick I would go to her house and she would make her famous potato stew (well to me it was famous) and put a Vick towel on my chest.
I loved to tell her how school was and how I was being bullied there, she would comfort me when I cried.
One day all my family members were at my Mimi’s house.
My mom brought in a puppy the size of my two hands and gave it to my Mimi.
The puppy looked like my Mimi’s old dog, alley.
We named her molly, but sometimes we called her alley, because she looked like Mimi’s old dog.
But one day when I was home alone my mom and grandpa went to my Mimi’s house, because she had fell to the ground and called my mom.
They had to break a window to get to her.
They took her to the E.R room and my grandma and I drove there to see if she was okay.
She needed someone there to watch after her.
So they assigned a nurse to come over to my house to see her every day until she got sick and had to go back to the hospital.
They said she had to stay in the hospital until she recovers.
But a month after she came back she died in the bed on Sunday morning.
I woke up to see my family was there.
I could hear my mom crying and my grandpa carried her to my grandma’s bed.
I had walked in to see her crying in a pillow with my grandma also crying.
I went to hug my mom and grandma.
“It’s okay, mom, grandma. She’ll be okay now.” I said.
But I knew better that we would not be able to see her again.
That night I went to my room and looked at my Mimi’s room.
I open the door to see she was not there and I started to cry.
I walked in to my room, and grabbed my pillow.
Then suddenly all the I had felt when I was bullied came back and I started to cry.
After I had cried I fell asleep and started to dream.
But it was not a dream; it was a nightmare of my Mimi dying in front of me.
I woke up and saw I was still in my room.
I looked around to see nothing out of place and I was still in my pj.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get me a glass of water and a fruit bar.
I looked to see my Mimi’s rocking chair that when I was a baby she would rock me to sleep at night.
I sat in the rocking chair and felt arms around me. I looked to see a ghost of my Mimi rocking me like old times.
I started to talk about my friends and school.
I could see she was smiling and disappeared into thin air.
But I could hear one last word from her.
“I love you, Sydney.” she said.
That was when all my memories came back.
The memories of my childhood up until now.
Couple of days later was the funeral and I had requested a quote from a book I had bought for the propose.
I could feel something telling me to choose that quote and when Mr.rainbolt said it, I felt it again but it was warm and comforting.
I was in the car with my grandparents when they told me that the quote I chose was beautiful and perfect for Mimi.
“God must have told you to choose that one.” said my grandma.
“Yeah, I felt god telling me to choose that quote,” I said.
I just couldn’t look at them lowering my Mimi’s coffin into the ground.
I went back to the car and started reading my book that I had bought for the funeral.
I read a page of the book and saw it was like my life.
But I realized that people die for a reason.
Just like my Mimi did. It’s been a couple of months since she die.
I’m now sleeping in her old room and I don’t mind sleeping there, in fact I love being in there.
I hope I see her again and I hope she loves being heaven with the man who set the fate of the world.
