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My Grandma’s Passing

Claire Doble, School of the Future

My grandma was always a loving, caring, beautiful, amazing person.
She passed away in April, and nothing has ever been the same for me. I really
miss her a lot, and wish I had gotten to spend more time with her before she left
me. [Because of the Corona virus the family could not visit.]

My grandma lived in New Jersey, and my parents and I would go out there
mostly every weekend to check on her, and her husband. I would always be so
happy to go and see them. Before it was too difficult to get my grandparents
out of the house, we would always go to church with them on Sundays. When
we would go it made them SO happy. Everyone would be so happy to see them,
everyone would come and give them hugs, and ask them how they were doing.
It always brought joy to me to see how many people loved them. One time when
I went over there, she was dancing with me. It was so fun dancing with her, and
seeing a smile on her face. After my grandma passed, my parents told me that
I was the most important person to her in the world. That made me feel really
good inside, and made me feel a little closer to her. Here’s the story of how she
passed away (sorry if it’s super sad).
It was April 3 and we had just gotten a call from my aunt saying that my
grandma fell down, and broke her hip. No one was sure how it had happened.
My mom starts to cry and so I’m comforting her and making sure she’s okay.
It was a really rough night. A couple hours passed, and this all started to hap-
pen at like 6:00PM so it was like 8:00 now, and my mom gets a call that my
grandma’s hemoglobin was dropping really quickly, and they weren’t sure if
any internal bleeding was happening. So we all get frantic again, and my mom
grabs my grandma’s wiil to read it to the nurse. The will says that my grandma
wishes not to be saved by any drugs, or medications. So we Facetime the nurse
on her phone to say goodbye to my grandma. Another hour or so passes, and
we get a call saying that my grandma has passed away.

I’m really sad to hear this news, and I say to my mom “so what happens
now?” she just shakes her head, and cries a lot. I went to bed that night feeling
very sad, and thinking “what about my grandpa? What’s he going to do?” We
visit him the next day, and just all sit there talking about what just happened.
A week or so later me, my mom and dad, my aunt, and my grandfather go to see
my grandma get buried. It was hard for all of us.

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