I answered the phone, annoyed at the disturbance, I was just about to shower. “Amy are you there? She’s not with us anymore....she’s left us....she died.” My dad tried these new words on his tongue, not knowing what to say, not used to the words. I was frozen, I had no idea what to say. I wasn’t particularly close to my dad’s mom, but I knew he loved her. I stood in silence as he continued telling me the rest of my family had to be there by tomorrow for the funeral. I had to book a hotel and then he said, “I haven’t told anyone Amy, you’re the kid that’s going to tell everyone.”
I had been going about my day regularly and now I was supposed to deliver the news of my grandma’s death to my brother and sister and my mom. I went downstairs to Aisha, my little sister, who was playing on the computer, and told her the news. I started crying. I felt bad because I wasn’t crying for my grandma, I was crying for my dad’s loss. Next, I called my mom and asked when she was coming home; my dad said to tell her when she got home. She could hear I was upset from my voice and when I told her the news she spoke two words, “Oh shit,” and hung up. My brother wasn’t answering his phone.
Eventually, we got to Pennsylvania by 11pm. We sat there with my dad, watching him cry for the first time.
Point: Even though we weren’t close to my grandmother, we all came together and were there for my dad.
thats so sad. that's so tough that you were the one that had to break the news to your mom and brother. this is going to be a sad video and although you werent close with your grandmother at least you guys all were there for your dad. good luck on the video!!
ReplyDeleteWe all have been through times like this, I believe that every event happens for a reason.
ReplyDeleteI think this is an interesting subject to write about. I like your point to the story. This should be an interesting video.
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