My Summer, My Grandmother

That summer the thing that affected me the most was my grandmother’s death. We had her funeral in Los Angeles, California. My father gave the eulogy. It was the greatest task he had endeavored up until this moment. He had to preach his own mother’s funeral. My mom was a real tower of strength. When everyone else seemed to be losing their heads, she told everyone that everything would be okay. She was a great help to my father. She helped him through the whole ordeal. She knew what he was going through because she lost her mother when she was 22. When I first learned of my grandmother’s death, I didn’t believe that it was true. After a while, I found out that it was true. At first, I tried not to believe it, but my efforts failed. I just sat on the bed and kept saying over and over, Why her? Why now? My mom came in the room and gave me a big hug. She looked at me and said, honey, we have no control over these things. Your grandmother had suffered enough on this earth and it was time for her to go to heaven. There was a look in her eyes that said everything was okay. When she left the room, I just sat for a while. I learned a great lesson that summer. Summer time is a time of fun and good times. It took a death to teach me that out of all of the fun that I was going to have, there were some people who were not going to be having fun. I learned that I should cherish each moment that I have. Thank you Grandmama, I have a memory of that summer that I will never forget.