In the summer, my grandmother got lung cancer. This was one of the toughest times of my life. My whole family and I knew she would be passing away soon. We stayed with her the whole day. The ache in my body was going to grow stronger once I knew that she would be gone. The last days she had, I spent with her. I wanted to remember everything about the way her face looked, the way she talked, and the way she loved me. I still remember the last things she said to me. “The only other time I was at a death bed was when my brother passed away. He was in the hospital surrounded by his family and friends, and that is how I want to go.” When I think really hard about remembering her, I can still hear her voice and it gives me comfort.

            When I was a child, my sister and I always visited her house to play cards or do puzzles. Every time we went over her house, she would give us a card that contained five dollars in it. My grandmother would put reasons in the card why she would give us the money.  I recall one of them that were pretty humorous. When my sister got the card, it read, “Here is five dollars for getting a concussion.” When I opened mine, it read, “Here is five dollars for NOT getting a concussion.” When I think of her, these are the memories that come to my mind. These memories make me happy yet sad. Happy because I was able to spend this time with her, but sad because she was gone.