Grandma Elizabeth
I didn’t know my Grandma Elizabeth that well when I was a little kid and growing up as a teenager. My Grandma Elizabeth lived in an old person’s home; I don’t know what it’s called. When I went over to my Auntie Robin’s house, we would always go and visit her. I didn’t visit her long because I and my sister would go outside and play at the park, because I thought we had all this time in the world to go and visit her. I thought that anything worse can happen to her. I never thought of her dying; it didn’t even come to mind. I didn’t know her that well; I really didn’t know anything about her.
The next day was Thanksgiving, and we were going over to my Auntie Robin’s house for Thanksgiving. We always did, and it was so much fun. This year it wasn’t fun at all. We went there in the morning like at nine o’clock. My Auntie was in her room crying, and I didn’t want to bother her, so I went to my cousin’s room, and my Auntie Robin came in the room, and I asked her what was going on, and she told me Grandma Elizabeth died. I didn’t cry. I was just sitting there thinking it couldn’t be true; I still don’t know anything about her. I never thought it would happen but it did. We just sat there at the table. Nobody really had anything to say. Everybody was shocked, as so was I. I would have to say that was my worst Thanksgiving ever.
In a week or so I and my sister went to her funeral. Everybody showed, even people that I did not know. I did cry at her funeral. I never thought this would happen to anyone. Now I know, no one is going to be around for ever. Every body is going to leave and never come back.