It was the month of November and the year was 2008. I did not plan on going to the hospital on this day but my mother received a phone call. That one call was my reason for being waken up at 4 a.m. listening to my mom as she reused me to get dressed. One call changed my life forever. A person from the hospital called and said that my grandmother was not breathing normally. After we got to the hospital we find out that the cancer she was diagnosed with has affected her breathing, which caused tubes to be placed in her to make sure she stays alive. I remember hearing all these doctors and nurses ask me and my family to make decisions on the plans for my grandmother. I was only fifteen years old so I did not understand what was really going on. As I watched by my grandmother’s bedside, all I could see was a person who was the strongest person I knew be forced to be weak for the moment. Her skin color remained the same but her eyes never opened. As much as I reassured her that I would be by her side I was scared that she did not hear me since she never woke up. At one point, one of my grandmother’s sisters told me that she was actually having a conversation with God and that is why her eyes will not open. Sitting at her bedside gave me nothing but to time to reminisce on how she made an impact on my life.
From the time I was born my grandma has been the truest friend I know. She has witnessed every life event that was special to me from the first day of kindergarten to my 8th grade graduation and even more. Once I got to high school I found myself being introduced to more obstacles but I always knew that I could call on my grandmother when I felt like I could not overcome them. I remember specifically when I was the age of fourteen just beginning my sophomore year of high school and I got my first C on my report card. The grade upset me causing me to put myself down but the person who quickly picked me up was my grandmother telling me that...
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