I remember those days when I would be at my Grandma and Grandpa Klaus’s house, I’d go for walks with them, go to parks, make tuna sandwiches for lunch at a sleepover. But not anymore. My Grandma has been getting weaker, losing her hair, becoming more pail by the day. We visit her house a lot, and check up on …show more content…
Victoria and I had spent the night before and some of the day at our Grandpa and Grandma Krause’s house. Now my sister and I were snuggled up together in blankets in the living room. On an early Saturday, and as is tradition, we are watching my dad’s collection of looney tunes. “Girls,” dad says, “your mother and I have something we need to discuss.” As I turned around to face him, I could tell that something wasn’t right. His brows were furrowed, around his eyes were red and puffy, and as I looked into his eyes for an answer, all I saw was worry, loss, despair, and loneliness. “Last night,... Last night Grandma Klaus passed away.” Those words hit me like the planes hit the twin towers. There was an explosion of emotion, as my memories fueled the tears that came out of my eyes, like smoke rising from the towers. Then slowly I collapsed into despair. My eyes stung as the tears continued to pour out of my eyes onto my wet pillowcase. I had finally stopped wailing, however I continued to cry; making no noise, as my body continued to tremble with hate, loss, and