“You have one new voice message” that’s the first thing I heard on that snowy, cold Wednesday in December. I had just gotten back from a long gymnastics practice and I was looking forward to a relaxing evening. As I press the big play/pause button on the answering machine, I figured it would just be another call for one of my parents or a telemarketer, but to my surprise it wasn’t. “Hello this is Anne calling from Robbins Brook Inn Retirement Center.” I thought to myself there’s no way something bad could have happened to my grandmother no way. “We are very sorry to inform you that Pat had passed away”. I could not believe it my grandmother one of the only people in the world who understood me was gone. Just like that. It has to of been a lie she cant be gone I said to myself over and over again but when I looked up and saw the sadness in my fathers eyes I knew it was true. I burst out in tears right away and my dad just held me. Then I went up to my room and tried to go to sleep and I hoped that in the morning I would wake up and it would have all just been a bad dream. The next day was a Thursday and that meant school. My parents said I didn’t have to go but at the time I was in 4th grade and school was just where I wanted to be. Even though I was extremely upset I couldn’t even bear the thought of messing up my perfect attendance. So I got dressed up in all black clothes and went off to school. My teachers had been informed on what had happened and they were very understanding so where my friends. Later that day after I had gotten home it was time to pack to go to New Jersey for the funeral my
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Suitcase consisted of black clothes and one nice outfit for the funeral. About a week later after we had gotten back from New Jersey I was still wearing all black. But then I realized that wearing all black wasn’t going to make all of my sadness and problems go away. Needles to say I have moved on from my about 2 week all black stage and I can now remember my...