In every childhood there are many events that are memorable and influential because memories are part of life. Without them life would be meaningless because we have no memories to hold on to. My most memorable childhood experience took place when I was about eleven years old. I never imagined how my grandmother's death would hold the most memorable event of my childhood but somehow it has.
My grandmother died at the age of fifty-three. She was everything to me and I adored her. I became very unhappy and depressed when she died. She had a sudden stroke because she had high blood pressure; the left side of her body was paralyzed and she could not talk, so my mom and step-dad rushed her to the hospital and she was immediately hospitalized. She was there for about a month. By then her speech was getting better due to the regular exercise, but she could not use her hands or feet without the help of a nurse or one of us.
After a while, the doctor told us we could take her home and help do the exercises ourselves. A week after my grandmother was home everything seemed alright and she was improving; she was making jokes and using her hands and feet more. Then suddenly one night she told me she did not want me to sleep next to her because she wanted to sleep by herself. I was a little upset as to why she wanted that, but I accepted it and decided to sleep in my mom's room.
The next morning I woke up early and went straight to my grandmother's room to check up on her. I tried to wake her up because I thought she was sleeping, but she did not move. I called her name and she gave no response, so I ran to my mom's room and wake her up. As soon as she saw my grandmother she started crying. I immediately knew she was dead and I dropped down on the floor. I could not stop crying. I cried until I felt like there were no more tears left in me.
My grandmother's death taught me a lot of things. It taught me that things never come out the way you expect. There is always...