I hate this word. Hate how everything turns out in it.
When I was 10, right before I knew my grandma had Lung Cancer, I knew something was wrong with her. She wasn't herself, she rarely got to go out and always was in bed. Smoking is a habit in my family. Grandma, aunt, mom, and dad smokes. My uncle doesn't, and hopefully I wont unless something happens. I was very upset when I knew about this bc I never could be near her and that really pissed me of. How close was I to her? Lets just say she is more than a mother to me. She is like heaven in my life. But, November 12, 2009, I was sick of Mona which I get very easily, she passed away. Mom came home tearfilled eyes and I knew it was that time. I was bearly alive after she told me. I didn't think I make it without her. So many things to do with her with no time left. I still cry to this day she isn't here. I pray for everyone who will stay alive and cure the sickness in them.
If you had experienced death, leave a comment below or if you wanna talk about it, im here for you. God Bless America, and everyone you know.
