It all started, a week before the biggest moment in my life to ever happen. My great grandmother was a very sick; she was weak everyday she woke up. Every day was a struggle for to get out of bed, because her legs give up on her when she turned 85 years old. When that happen, it was very shocking to the rest of the family because we ask how this did happen if she had been walking ever since. I guess it was god’s way of telling her it was time to stop walking; she had to be in a wheelchair. She always hated to use it, because she couldn’t do what she could anymore, she loves to water the plants, dancing with grandchildren, help out at the church. She was very sick; she couldn’t eat the food she loves, or even use her hands, her hands rolled up like a fruit snack. That didn’t stop her; she was a very strong woman, she taught herself to stay strong through the tough moments in life. Never worry about the negatives, or this is impossible, she never gave up waking up every morning. The weekend past, starting on a Monday she had to go to the nursing home this happened because there was no one to watch her at home and take care of her. I don’t see who didn’t want to take care of her; she was the kindest woman you could ever meet. I guess there was no one to take the job, so she had to be forced to go there. I felt like that was the worst mistake her son made for her. Two days past by, she was sick like she couldn’t move, can’t even breathe, and not even walk. I told my parents, I want to come to the nursing home every day until I feel like I did the job. Seeing her struggling just to give me a hug was so heartbreaking to watch, cause i never saw her like this. I knew in my heart that she was strong, when she was trying to get up from her bed, she fell on the floor because her legs were so weak to hold her own self up. I was crying my eyes when i was helping her up, i knew she was not going to make for the week.If she had this much pain every day she was bound to past this week,the doctor walks in the room and pulled us aside and told us “mary is not going to make it,her heart is failing, and she can barely walk every day, i’m sorry to say but we are predicting that she will pass by Saturday.” After i heard that i just wanted to run and cry until i couldn’t cry no more,i couldn’t believe what i just heard about her. She was a very strong women, she the one that taught everything i know, and how to stay strong. I kept on asking myself that night,”why does this happen to her, why?” but no one had an answer, only god’s way to tell us she lived her days on earth and now to put them at rest. When i arrived to the nursing home on Saturday, i was shaking like an earthquake, praying nothing happened to her yet. I was too late, she was taking her last breaths, and it just sounded like something was blocking her throat in order her to breathe. I went up to her bed,crying to her and keep on telling her i don’t want you to go, she grab my hand and said “I want you to know that i always loved you, stay strong baby girl, never late the negative take over your life.” Holding her hand and crying to her when she was telling me this was so rough for me to experience. Few moments she complete stop breathing,she her eyes went up and her body was relax and her hand was released from mine. I couldn’t believe she passed when she was holding my hand, i screamed and cry for her to come back, but i was too late.

Holding my mother like i nevered did before, i wanted to make a wish and hoping she would not go. But i had to know she was going to a better place and she can rest in peace without pain every morning when she woke up.

My great grandmother taught me everything i know today, she was the kindest, sweetest, happiest energetic person you could ever meet in your life. I wish everyday she can come back, but i knew she will be watching over me everyday and all day until i’m with her.
Rest In Peace Mary F.