I still feel sad after a year and a half.
My grandmother died when I was 15 (she died December 1, 2012) and I just turned 17 last week. My grandmother (she told us grand kids to call her "Nana") was different from most people. She was the most forgiving person out there, and one of the most devout people I've ever known. She died after fighting off leukemia for almost 4 years, as she went in and out of the hospital. But, no matter where she was, she always had her rosary with her. The day we heard she died, it felt like my world was at a standstill, yet everyone else's lives were still going on as normal. I went to school on Monday just like I always did, and I didn't act any differently. No one knew what happened over the weekend. The viewing and the funeral Mass were on Tuesday and Wednesday, so Thursday it was like nothing had happened. I still remember seeing her in the casket, her rosary wrapped around her hands and pictures of all of her grand kids at the foot of the casket. It was surreal seeing this woman that had done so much for me, that had been such an instrumental part of my life, dead. During the funeral Mass, when we carried the casket into the church, it just reminded me even more of he fact that I would never be able to talk to her, to see her again.
We saw her death coming, and we got to eat Thanksgiving dinner with her while she was still aware and happy, but after that she went downhill fast. It was painless for her and we all got to say goodbye to her the night before it happened. I will ask two things if everyone who reads this; the first being children, love your grandparents now while you can. Tell them how much you love them while you can still say it to their face. Second, please, pray for my grandmother and grandfather, along with all the Holy Souls in Purgatory. They are suffering in those flames.
May God be with all of you.
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