Death of a Loved One

Death of a Loved One
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Death of a Loved One
Have you ever lost someone so close in your life that you would give anything in this world to just spend a little time with them for just one more time? This is what I feel when I remember the sudden death of my grandmother. I remember as if it was yesterday and will forever remember even in my old age. Loosing my grandmother was the most painful experience after that of my father that I have ever experienced in my life. I was only fourteen years old when this sudden life changing event occurred in my life. My grandmother had been sick for several months an illness which even to her was not revealed. I remember very well the last time I saw her alive was when I was going back to school after my fall holidays. It will never leave my mind, when I went to get prepared for school, I left her outside her house complaining of a sudden stomachache and requested for me to go call my uncle who lived a distance away to come and take her to hospital. I declined and told her that I was gong back to school and that by the time I got back from my uncle’s I would be late from reporting to school and I would be punished. She told me that the stomachache was too much and requested for me to go and prepare lunch for my grandfather. I went, prepared it and when I was leaving, she told me in a soft and ailing voice that I almost felt as if she was murmuring and stammering, to go call my elder sister.
I went and called my sister, changed my clothes and entered in the shower. As the water was trickling down my body, I felt so sad that my grandmother was ill and I was unable to help her something that I regret up to today. Meanwhile, while I was getting ready for school, my sister had gone to fetch my uncle. I finished applying my lotion, put on my brown uniform, grabbed my black bag and left to say goodbye to my grandmother who had now left for her bedroom. When I knocked the blue door which made an entry to her bedroom, I received no response. All I heard were sounds like ‘ooh, no, help, me, somebody please help me, ooh God why are you punishing me, this pain is too much and so on. I choose to open the door and on getting inside, streams of tears were rolling on my grandmother’s cheeks, she was rolling on the bed like a little child while grabbing her stomach and indeed it was true she was in real pain. I told her, ‘grandmother, I am leaving for school now, I hope you get well soon and I will see you over the holidays.’ The response that she gave me, still rings in my ears up to today and will never get erased until I die. She told me, ‘It is okay my child, go to school and read hard, we will see one another some other day.’ That is what she told me and up to today it rings in my head as if it was yesterday.
I grabbed my black bag and left the room tears rolling down my cheeks. On my way to school I asked myself ‘what if grandmother does not make it?’ ‘God please heal my grandmother’ that is what I continued requesting God for the rest of my journey to school. When I reached school, ...