Today, at about 20 til twelve my grandma passed away. As I was sitting in spanish my mother was beside her and caught the last glimps of life ever to arise from her 83 year old body. She, although immobile for more than a month, took my mothers hand, shut her mouth and died peacefully. Waiting until after my grandfather left, so he wouldn't have to see her go..somehow she knew....

I knew she was taken away as soon as I got in the car, and my skate bag wasn't in its usual postition- in the backseat of the car. "Did she die?', I asked. My mother nodded. The tears came, and they came in abundance. You never know how much somebody means to you until they are gone. She was the only real grandparent I knew, my dads real dad and my mothers parents passed before I was even born. My grandmother and I weren't extremely close, but we never had a fight, or argument, or even disagreement. We always got along well. A few months ago I remember, she spent then night and my parents were out, and Nick was comming over. We were sitting on my couch watching re-runs of the Ed Sullivan show, and god bless her, she knew every word to the songs played by the bands appearing on my television. I felt connected with her, like I was sharing a piece of what she knew when she was younger. It was special to me, and its a night I probablly will never forget. I have many memories of my childhood with her, even though times spent together were scarce, they are my most remebered. Those pictures are burned into my memory, and will last a lifetime. I'll always carry my grandmothers spirit with me, and I am reassured that she is being well taken care of. I'll miss her, but she'll always be in my heart. I love you grandma, rest in peace