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| Cherita� Sawyer | |||||||||||||||||
| �11-17-07 | |||||||||||||||||
| The Saddest Day of My Life | |||||||||||||||||
| I was living in Greensboro, North Carolina, when I was just let go from my job. I was trying to figure out what I was going to do about my bills. I was already disappointed.� I made it home, and as I walked in the phone began to ring. My boyfriend at the time answered the phone, and he said, "It is for you." As I was picking up the phone I was trying to figure out who it might be. It was my Aunt Jean; I was trying to figure out why she was calling me. She told me, "Listen to me very carefully," and I did. That's when she told me, "You need to come home right away. There is nothing wrong with your immediate family, but you need to come home." I asked her, "Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" All she would say was that I needed to come home. That's when I told her, "I'm not coming home until you tell me what is wrong."That's when she told me my grandmother had passed.���������� | |||||||||||||||||
| At that moment, I dropped the phone and started to cry and scream at the top of my lungs. Aunt Jean kept telling me to pull myself together for my mother.� I was wondering how I was going to do that after what she had just told me about my grandmother, my best friend who had just passed. I tried to pull myself together so that I could drive home. As I started packing my clothes, I could not stop crying and thinking about what she had just told me. Then I got in my car and drove to Ahoskie, North Carolina.�� | |||||||||||||||||
| After I arrived at Cynthia's (my mother's) house, just before I got out of the car, I looked in the mirror, and my eyes were blood shot. I pulled myself together and walked into the house. My mother's face was flushed, and her eyes were red. My father was consoling her. Later on when things had calmed down I asked my mother what had really happened to my grandmother. My mother began to tell me that my grandmother had gone into dialysis that Wednesday. She'd told my grandfather that she was not feeling well, and she'd gone to lie down on her bed. My grandparents had company over later that day.� It was my great Aunt Alberta, my grandfather's sister.� My Aunt Alberta was sitting in my grandmother's front room talking to my grandfather.� When she realized that my grandmother had been in the bedroom for a long time, she thought it was unusual. My aunt went to check on her. She tried to wake my grandmother up, but she couldn't. My aunt checked her pulse, and she didn't have one, so she called 911 for help.� They pronounced her dead on the spot. She died in her sleep wearing a pink housecoat. Her pink bedroom shoes were by her as well.� My grandmother died in her sleep peacefully. | |||||||||||||||||
| A few days went by and we had her funeral. There were a lot of family members and friends at her funeral.� I heard my Aunt Linda crying and screaming that day. She was asking God "why did you have to take my mother away from me?" My Uncle Larry had passed out from all of the crying that he was doing.� My mother sang a beautiful solo. My grandmother was in a white dress. She had on a pearl necklace and pearl earrings to match. After the funeral, we went to the graveside to bury her. As they lowered her casket in the ground, we threw roses on top of the casket. Seeing them lower her casket in the ground was the saddest moment of all.� It was then that I realized I would never see my grandmother again. My grandmother had been my best friend, I knew I'd miss her so much. | |||||||||||||||||
| Thinking back on the times my grandmother used to teach me how to cook, I learned how to cook all of her favorite meals. She also taught me how to cook her specialty cakes and biscuits. When we cooked chicken and dumplings, we would call my father over to eat. He also enjoyed eating her food. While we rolled out the dough, we would talk about how school was going for me. She would always tell me to make sure that I get good grades and to be attentive in class. We laughed and talked about anything. It was always enjoyable going to my grandmother's house and being able to cook with her.� | |||||||||||||||||
| As the years go by, it is very hard to cope with the fact that my grandmother has passed. Every year, on her birthday, we clean up her grave site and put flowers on it. Sometimes when I go home, I go to the site just to sit and talk to her. I let her know what's going on in my life and I wish she was here to help me make decisions like she used to do. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about my grandmother.� She is missed greatly. Every day, I strive to be more patient, loving, forgiving, merciful and well-respected, like my grandmother. I want my future family and friends to feel as close to me as I felt to her. I really cannot express how much I miss her. | |||||||||||||||||
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