My grandmother died January 13 of 2004. Just a few months ago. It was the most horrible thing that ever happened in my life. Her and me were really, really, really close. It was summer vacation here and my grandma used to spend it with us. When my dad is not at home, my little sister usually goes to sleep with my mom and my grandma (who in the summer used to sleep in the same room with my sister) used to go to sleep with me cause in our beach house I got a big bed on my room. We used to talk and laugh a lot, my grandma was not your usual grandma, she was very young in a way, she was a very fun, funny and was always happy person. Nothing could stop her. Her life was very difficult, yet she managed to pass through a lot of things and raise her kids on her own in a time where a woman that raised her kids by herself was not well seen and she wasn?t even well seen by her family who thought bad things about her. Her ex-husband never did anything for her, never gave my mom and uncle any money for collage or school or anything like this. She worked her whole life! An amazing, amazing woman she was.
We used to talk a lot, older people are really funny. So she woke up in the night and wasn?t feeling too well, I stayed with her, she didn't wanted me to call anyone cause this had happened before. But I had to call my mom, my mom took her to the hospital and my grandma had a heart attack and died there. When my dad had to come home to tell me I thought I was having a heart attack. I never felt like that, my legs and hands started shaking at one point and I couldn?t even feel my face anymore, don't know why. It was a big shock. Going to her funeral was the most heartbreaking thing, cause just a few hours before I was with her. I never cried in front of people before, I?m not that kind of guy but I couldn?t stop, I could not control myself, it was very weird. I cried in front of a lot of people and I didn?t give a damn about it, I felt kinda embarrassed some weeks later when I stopped to thing about it. In her funeral she didn't look the same on the coffin, looked different, not like my grandma so I still feel like she left and didn't came back. I still feel like she is alive.
Only recently I had the nerves to look at her picture again, I couldn?t even do that. I think the fact that I'm writing this means that I'm getting better. Months before she died my grandma did a lot of things she didn't used to do at the same time, she went to see all of her brothers and sisters and stay with them some time, she didn't used to do that, she did a lot, it almost felt like she knew something was going to happen, she told me to kiss her goodbye before she left to the hospital and I did for the last time. But I still see her every time I close my eyes, cause I got a lot of very good memories of me with her.
My family has always had tons of pets, which has always meant we've had lots of deaths to experience. 
