This Monday I lost my grandmother. As usualy, in the morning I went to school. And when I came home, I saw my sister's face. Her face was weird and her eyes were red. Before me she said ' Our grandmother passed away, pack your things we are leaving tonight' with a sad voice. When you hear such things first you don't believe because it's very hard to except the reality. In one second my whole week has changed. I started to cry in my room. I called my best friend and I cried with her. She's a very good friend. She knew how i felt because her mother is sick and she knows this pain. When we were at home, my mother and everyone was at my grandmother's house. When I was at school they found her body on the bed and police was there to search the reason of her death. They didn't find it. We still don't know why she's gone. My dad says that God gaved her a time and this time was over. My grandmother wasn't sick and that's why we were choked. We weren't expecting this. Suddenly she left this world and my world broke down. The hardest thing is to see someone you loved and cared about very long time leaving you alone. 

Her funeral touched me. I understood my mother's importance and how short life is. We should focus to make people happy when we know we can lose them one day. I never want to feel this pain again. This week was the hardest and the worst week of my life and the of her funeral...my hardest day. 

In the end, we learn, we grow up and we know how to sta strong. 

I hope she's happy now with her husband because I miss her so much.

I will miss her smile.

I will miss her house.

I will miss her voice.

I will miss the way she talks.

Most of all, I will miss her presence...