Grandparents: My Backbone of Resilience and Love

"No, I'm sorry your grandfather will never be strong enough to withhold surgery." I heard from a deep voiced man standing across the room from my mom and I. When I was younger I lived with my mom and grandparents. My mom was a young, working, single mother with an alcohol addiction. My grandparents helped her tremendously. They were like a second set of parents just a little bit better because they would give me chocolate milk, the real chocolate milk! My grandma was a little sick but she still did everything for everyone. She taught me how to cook, bake, sew, garden and also how to swim. My grandpa on the other hand was my best buddy! Everywhere he went I went whether it was to the store, down the street to a neighbors house, or even to mow

They were right, I cherished every single day for five months and then I woke up Monday morning September 18th and I just knew something wasn't right. So I got home from school and everything was fine. My mom and I stayed with him until about 8 o'clock that night. We arrived home and 10 minutes later my aunt called and said to come fast, she can't even stand him up to use the bathroom because of the dead weight. In that moment, my entiRe world came crashing down and I felt my heart break into millions of pieces. I packed my bag and greased up there and prayed the whole way to let me get one last I love you. I did on Saturday September 23rd when I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gone. We all stayed in the same room for a week straight. Helping him to ease the pain and saying our last goodbyes Watching someone you love slowly slip away over a stretched out period of time is undescribable and you wouldn't know the feeling until it's you, until it's your family member. But it also helps you remain humble as well as cherish who you have with you until God says times up. You go through many stages of grief, which also makes you so strong. But the one question always left with no answer,