The Day I Will Never Forget

Cassandra SmithOctober 13, 2011 EnglishFormal 2 The Day I Will Never lug The awkwardest thing I had to face in my life when I was jr. was when I was thirteen. That day would be July 14, 2005 and it is the day my gran passed a expressive style. My family and I went by means of so much about seven months prior to her passing. We got through the tragedy. She was cardinal years old at the time. I will never leave behind her telling me the night before that she had to go to the doctors for a check-up meanwhile I was in school alto deliverher when I got home, I would go estimable up to my grandmas.We lived on the same property. That day I went up there I remember her telling me that she had cancer and the doctors gave her six months to live, maximum. I was devastated and I didnt k right away what to think. I was so close with her so it was hard for me to handle. We moved into her house three months before she went and we took care of her while no one else. That summer morning on July 14, 2005, I remember my parents, my chum salmon and I sitting on the porch. My cousin came over to see her around 830 and then she left because she had to head to work.It was ten proceeding to nine and I laid on the couch that was located on the porch. I remember how everything was set up. I remember the living room, the porch, unsloped everything in that house. The couch was a sand tan color with a floral design and a table diagonal from where it sat. Nine oclock rolled around, my get walked in to see if she was alright only when when he came back to the porch he said, Shes gone. Those words fool me like a meteorite falling out of the sky hitting Earth. I immediately started crying because it just didnt seem real to me.The demented thing is a hardly a(prenominal) days before she passed I make a picture of a cross with the date and year of when she was going to die and my picture was right. It was just scary. That day and the next few weeks were chaos. My father had to call all the family, set up the obituary and the funeral services. The next few days I would cry myself to sleep, cry all day. I didnt know how to cope with what was going on around me, I was only thirteen. My parents called the funeral home and told them what happened the directors came and took her.The family didnt want my brother or I in the house so they sent us back to my house. Of course, I come out up a fight because I didnt want to leave, I didnt want her dead. I wanted her here. The following week was feverous with the funeral arrangements, sitting go through and talking about everything so it could go in the paper. I stayed in my room on the computer while the family poised in my living room to talk about what they wanted to make unnecessary for the piece. My cousin took my brother and I shopping in Kingston to get an outfit for the funeral I didnt know what to pick out but my brother found his right away.The following year was the hardest because I knew she was gone . I knew I couldnt just walk across the drive way to visit her like I normally would start, I cant sit with her and watch television, I cant sit and religious service her with her word search books. All I thought was why did she have to go so soon? I didnt want to take over it but it was life and I had to accept it it was reality that I had to face. I talked to my dad about how I felt and what was going on and two my parents supported me through the whole thing. My mom and my dad knew how close I was with her.Two years later, my house burnt down while I was at school and when I arrived home I was just unhinged about my dad and the rest of my family. The one thing that was crazy in the house was there was one picture of my dads family on the wall and the fire never touched it all my family had the instinct that my grandmother was in the house as the guardian angel. I know that she is tone down on me and my family because of the events that have taken place from when she passed u p until now but I know she will be looking down on me all the way up until I die.