GRANDMA

When I was nine my grandma died of cancer, it was a type of rare cancer that affects your blood. I remember when it happened. We were down in mexico and we had only been there for one day, the phone rang at 1:00 in the morning and it was my grandpa saying that my grandma had just died. even though I was still young when it happened I remember so much about her, and how she would do anything for me, Rob, and Krista, considering that we were her only grandkids. We all adored her and I remember sobing, and throwing my body down and crying on the floor at her funeral.

Now almost eight years later I find myself going through the same thing, my other grandma is not doing to well, she has lung cancer, and only has 5 months to live, put this time when I loose a grandparent I am not going to feel so bad, I know that sounds mean, but you would have to know my grandma to understand. I have only met the lady 4 times in my life and it happend all when I was little, so I have grown up knowing that I have a grandma that lives in Florida, and wnats nothing to do with her only grandkids, how can I feel sorry for someone like that, I guess I really can't. When the day comes that she is gone and my mom tells me, I will feel bad for my dad becase yes he has lost is mother, but other than that their was no emotional loss for me, and their will be no morning becasue I have lost something that I never really knew I had, Something that means nothing to me, and has no emotional impact on me.