Last Breath

Last night, one of my hero's died. My grandmother. Although, it was her time, and she lived a long wonderful life, it still is shocking to me that she is gone. I remember going into the room to say my goodbyes and see her in this comatose state. She was grasping for air, while spitting up blood. I stayed by her side until, I was told to say my goodbyes and go home. As I came home it struck me on how strange it is. I just had a call from her less then a week ago. She gave me a voice message. I just got a birthday card two days ago from her. I mean? How could something be alive and well one day and gone the next? I begged my for Heavenly Father to comfort me. I wanted her to be the one to comfort me. I wanted to know that everything will be ok. I got an spirit of comfort, as I laid in bed. As I grow up, I know who I want to strive to be like. Her faith in God was unbreakable. Even in her old age, you could see that this faith that she had was so strong. Even with her frail body, her faith was immovable. I want to be a woman like her. A woman of faith. My grandmother's mind never ceased to amaze me. She was so sweet and SMART. She would read, understand current events, ask about how our life was, and understand everything until the very last moment. Most older generations forget, give up in health, and go into a depression. She NEVER did. Her energy on life was astounding. She would exercise, read, express opinions, and was the best at knowing information. My grandmother was strong. All her life, she was known for her strength. When she was younger, my granddad died at a very young age. This left my grandmother to watch her three, very young, children at the time. She tended these children into wonderful adults, who all of them, achieve many things. I notice that all of her children are strong. They are strong on who they are, spirituality, and wisdom.  I am sure that she influenced them to become strong like her. My grandmother has been away from her husband for over 60 years. That is more then a lifetime. Can you imagine three very small children, without a husband? It is like a nightmare that comes true. However, she took the challenge, succeeded and now stands strong.


A month later

- Grandmother actually died the next day! I remember finding her birthday card she sent me the week before. I am still in shock that she is gone. I mean, it does not feel true. The place she stays haunts me. I honestly, don't want to go there because I will be scared that it will hit home, that she is not here. However, I remember a teacher who took me aside and said, she will always be with me. I truly believe that. I love you grandmother with all my heart~