I was 13 years old and currently attending Kalispell Middle school, I was in the 8th grade and everything was going good for me. But then the unexpected happened it was the day that my grandma past away of a pulmonary embolism.

My grandma wasn’t very old not even in her 70s yet, so she was still young. She was the type of grandma were whenever you went over there you always came home with a full tummy. She the grandmas you see on the TV that you just can’t live without. She was very warm hearted and a complete angel, so pretty much the best grandma I could ask for. She was one of the most special people that were involved in my life at the time. On the day she past it was a nice sunny day in spring, the sun was out and the air was warm. Once I found out about the death the day turned to darkness and all my strength seemed to just go away, I felt small and vulnerable to anybody, all I wanted to do was cry and be alone.

As I got to my grandpas house I made eye contact with him and ran into his arms with tears already coming down from my eyes. He said “Everything is going to be alright”, to this day I still hear those exact words echoing through my head. Everyone in my family knew that I would be one of the most effected grandsons in the family because I was one of the closest to her, but no matter what everyone was there for me and comforted me. The day of the funeral it was a dark and gloomy day almost looked like rain but rain never came, as we walk in I could feel the tears building up inside and I knew that they wouldn’t be in there for long. We walked in and I saw the open casket up front, as I made my way to the front of the room I looked inside, and saw my grandma looking so at rest and peaceful. My eyes immediacy filled with tears as I knew it was to come. Me and my sisters all were crying asking the question why? We felt so alone and just wish we could do anything to have her back in our life.