My Grandmother’s Death

During the four years of high school, I have encountered and resolved different issues. The hardest situation I have dealt with would have to be to keep a strong composure when one of my loved ones died. It was in the tenth grade when I experienced this first hand with the death of my grandmother, Florencia. Over the next few days her death had a strong impact on me.
I remember the night when I received the tragic news. I heard a big fuss coming from my mother’s room. When I went in there to check what had happened, I saw my mother crying. I was confused of why she would be in tears, until I saw that the phone was next to her. My sister had to explain why my mother was crying to me because I could not hear her voice through her muffled voice. When my sister told me my grandmother was dead I was in shock. It took me a couple of minutes to respond because I felt empty hearing those words "she’s dead." I didn’t cry that night, because my whole state of mind could not accept that she was dead.
The next day at school, I began to think of the times I spent with my grandmother. I remembered the time when I first saw her in 2004. She was close to death back then, but she managed to smile through the pain. I remembered the pastries she made whenever my siblings and I went to her house. I remembered the talks she and I used to have, and how she would give me advice without asking. All these thoughts were only memories; the reality now was that she was gone. The though of her being gone was unbearable; I cried that day at school.
Throughout that whole day, it was impossible for me to get my grandmother’s essence out of my mind. I knew I had to move on, so I had a talk with my mother that night. We stated the conversation in an awkward manner, since we both knew the conversation was going to be about my grandmother’s death. As a mother, she gives the best advice, and to this day I remember the lesson she taught me. "Life does not rest, it moves on with or without a person and it is important you learn this now because someday I will leave you too." After she said this line, we both began to cry, thus releasing our grief. Then she hugged me assuring that although she was going to die, she is still going to be my mother.
From that day forward, I became aware of the fact that everyone has to die sooner or later, which is why death is a fate that should be accepted as living being. To this day, I still miss my grandmother. The only difference now is that I know that I will have to face that same fate as well.