My Unplanned Weekend

August 28, 2008

English Narrative Essay

My Unplanned Weekend

It was a Thursday afternoon and I was patiently sitting in my chair at school talking to my friend Tanya about what we were going to do that weekend. I hear a voice say “Mr. Johnson can you send Lynn to the office for check out. ” I was excited because this meant I did not have to go to math class.

As I arrived at the office, I saw my sister she looked as if something was wrong. “Kimberly, what is wrong? ” “I will tell you when we get in the car, we have to hurry and get to the hospital. On the way to the hospital she explains to me our grandmother was having moments where she wasn’t breathing, and the doctors were calling in the family.

I could not believe this was happening I felt inside as if I wanted to pass out. We arrive at the hospital and enter the room some of my family were there, a few of them were crying and others just sit there quietly. The room was white, had a small window that would raise less that halfway, the floors were so shiny that you could see you reflection.

My grandmother was so still, she was quiet, she was laying there in a weakened and helpless state. She was also unresponsive, this scared me a lot I had never seen her this way before. It was not long she had another attack were she was not breathing and the nurses rushed in to assist her. What seemed like hours but was actually just a few minutes she started to breathe again and this was a relief. Later on my cousin approached asking me if I would ride with her to pick up her mother.

My mom told me that she wished that I would just stay at the hospital just incase something happened, but if I wanted to go and we were not going to be gone long then I could go. We went to go and pick her mother up from home which was about a thirty minute drive from the hospital. When we got there, her mother was waiting for us outside and we rushed back to the hospital. Getting out of the car I look up to the room where I saw my mother looking out the window and she says to me, “You need to come on up here. When getting off the elevator my brother-in-law is standing there and he says, “I hate to have to tell you this but your grandmother has passed away.

” I started crying as I was walking back to the depressing white hospital room. My mom tells me that the funeral home would be there shortly to get my grandmother so my cousin and I were able to hug and tell her by one last time. I was wondering at that moment if she knew that I loved her because I never really told her much, and how I wished that I had listened to my mom and just stayed there and told her while she was still living.

After the funeral home people came to pick up her body my family and I left and went to my grandmother’s home and started making arrangements for her funeral. They had made plans to receive friends at her house that Friday. When the time came, her house was so full of people coming in and out we hardly had room to even move. Her house was clean with blue carpet and white walls. People were standing or sitting telling stories about the times they had with her, some were just crying. Friends of the family started leaving and about three hours later everyone except the family was gone .

Later on that night a couple of us including myself decided that we would spend the night at her house everyone else went home for the night. Saturday morning, I was getting dressed for the funeral and thinking about the times that me and her did share together and how I could not believe that this had happened to her and how I was dreading this day. I knew that the day would come because she ha been sick for a while I just didn’t think that it was going to be so soon. A few hours later the time had come for her funeral and this had really turned into the saddest weekend that I had ever had.

My parents and I drove to the Roxboro Church of God where the funeral was held and the whole time I was there I wanted to just scream and cry. The funeral lasted about two hours and then we drove out to the cemetery and this was the worst part of it all I knew an already sad day was about to get worse. I did not want to leave the cemetery because to me it would mean this was real, and not the dream that I hoped it was. Twelve years have passed I still go to the cemetery when I get the chance. I know, she may not be here anymore, however, the memory of her will always be with me.

My grandmother means a lot to me, I miss her telling me stories about when she young. She taught me a lot about what being a good person means. Grandmothers are like the glue that holds a family together and when something happens to them it is like the family falls apart. I have memories with her that will last a life time. I never really told her how much she meant to me and I wished I had. I learned a lesson that weekend, and that was to always make sure I let the people in my life know that how much they meant to me.

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