When Mrs. Cad dell assigned this assignment I didn’t know what to write about. Famous authors would call this “writer’s block” but I just call it clueless. I didn’t have any idea about what I was going to write about, I mean it is just about a life experience that has happened to me. I still couldn’t think of anything to write about. I could not think of anything to write about, so I did what I usually do when I need help, which is…
pray. I know most people call their friends or ask their parents when they need help but I always pray when I need help. I asked God to help me think of a life experience that means the most to me. At that very moment, he answered my prayer; I saw a picture of my great-grandma. Now I knew what to write ABOUT. Three years ago my great-grandma, Mary Etta Miles, died.
I knew it was coming because she had been in the hospital for a while but I didn’t want to face reality. I have never had someone who I was close to me, die before. It was a Thursday evening and my whole family was at Luling hospital standing outside of room 109. I didn’t want to go in for the simple reason of that seeing someone I love on their deathbed, especially someone I loved dearly. I was not something I enjoyed watching.
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As I sat outside her room I began to think about all the memories of her, because it was only a matter of time before she left this earth. Mary, my cousin Winston, and I were sitting there silently in a deep trance when my grandma came and told us that Moma Mae (the name we called my great-grandma) wanted to see us. I had no choice at that moment other than to walk in and see her. We all slowly got up and filed in one by one afraid to see what was on the other side of that door. My cousin being the strongest out of the three of us walked in first followed by me then Mary. As I walked into her room hoping to see her smiling face lighting up the room like she always did instead I saw this pitiful, helpless woman.
While watching my grandmother like that my eyes quickly filled with tears. Seeing her, helplessly lying in that hospitals bed, an urge of anger and hurt came over me. This feeling made me fell like running out of that room as fast as I could to cry but I couldn’t I had to be there to support her in the time of need. While we stood there staring at her my great-grandma, she looked up at us and said that “what are you looking at, do I have something in my teeth.” That little comment cracked a smile on every one of our faces.
Knowing that her spirit was still in great shape more than her body. That comment made me feel all warm inside. After seeing that smile on her face gave me a sense of relief. I knew from that moment on that everything was going to be alright but I wasn’t ready for the surprise well the news that I was going to receive the following day.
I went to school that Friday did everything that I would normally do, from brushing my teeth to practicing, to English class. However throughout that day I had a gut feeling that something horrible had happened to my great- grandmother and come to find out, I was right. 3: 25 p. m. rolled around and my grandma came and picked Mary and I up afterschool.
When we got in the van my cousin from San Antonio was in there, which was odd. She was supposed to be in school. I looked at my grandma who had a gloomy look on her face as she muttered the words “Moma Mae died this morning.” My heart dropped to the back of my mouth but I didn’t want to cry in front of my cousin. I was older than she was so I had to be strong even though I was bawling inside. The woman that I knew my whole life is dead. I started to question God and accuse people of her death but no matter how many people I accuse it wasn’t going to bring Moma Mae back.
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It has been three years and I still think about her. I know that she is in a better place right now. She does not have to suffer anymore, her body and spirit is at rest. Back then I use to question God about taking the ones we love the most away from us but now I know that He does not make mistakes.
When he called my grandma home, she was long over due for her calling. Her body was tired, weak, and worn but she tried to hold on until she couldn’t hold on anymore. The reason I picked this experience is because she meant a lot to still does and me. When people, decease, it doesn’t mean that they are gone. Now I see it as that they have turned their rental bodies in exchange for wings and a halo. I love her with all my heart and I will never forget the time when I gave God his angel back.
Rest in peace Moma Mae.
