Get Well

From Memory

Get Well

Mama was my grandmother, and a good one too. I had just gotten home from voice class when my mother whisked me to the hospital. I hoped to see Mama. As I eagerly walked in, tears rushed to my eyes. She lay there, a bunch of tubes running down her throat and ears. I knew other people's grandmothers died, but not mind. I guess we were other people's to other people's.

I placed by her bedside a card. And it was taken when she died. But before she died, I slipped A rock given to me by a great friend that reads, "LOVE", and a pink bracelet given to me by whom I think was the Holy Spirit in her hand. I was ever so sad as i watched her leave.

I'm happy we still have each other, and now she can finally float around with ease instead of putting on special shoes.