Personal Narrative: Miss Me But Let Me Go

Miss Me but Let Me Go was the poem that my grandmother carried in her wallet, and I now carry it in my heart. As a gleeful eleven year old, I had no awareness that my life was about to drastically change, the day I found out my Grandma Charlene was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. My dad and I went to the hospital to visit her on January 18th, 2011. She seemed very weak, which wasn’t normal for her. It wasn’t pneumonia, but something worse, stage four lung cancer. From the time of diagnosis to the time of her death was less than thirty days. In those four weeks I saw her at her best and her worst. One quality that never changed was her strong will, fighting hard to the end. February 16th, 2011 was a normal day, as my mom dropped