“A Person Who Has Influenced My Life”
Deberha Cooke my beautiful grandmother, found out she had cancer late June of “1999“. Five years later it became worst, and the doctor gave her six months to live. ‘’I don’t want to die”, Deberha proclaimed as we sat in Botsfrod hospital supposedly waiting on more test results. She continued, “Life is precious”. I replied thoughtlessly, “Yes, it is”. Then, inconspicuously we changed the subject to our weekend plans. That day, the customary routine played over as it did every other day with Deberha and I going to the Gibraltar Trade Center, where we bought some perfume. The car smelled like roses, on our way home. As we continued home I paid close attention to her heavy breathing, it soon became unbearable. When we arrived at home carrying all the bags I walked her into the house and as usual I kissed her warm cheek, and we told each other “See you later” at the foot of the dining room. But later soon came for Deberha, On May 20th, 2004, my grandmother, Deberha Cooke died suddenly in the house holding my hand and me looking at her pail face. Even though many people perceive death as simply an end to a chapter in one’s life; it began a new section in mine by giving me a chance to change my views and perception. At fifty-four years old, I had lost not only my grandmother but My best friend as well. I did not know how to cope with the sudden change of events. To see someone one day and to lose them the next was unimaginable to me. When I was finally forced to accept Deberha’s passing, I began to take family, friendship, and its meaning seriously. This realization helped me to differentiate my family from my acquaintances. I saw this distinction for the first time in my life.
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