Hardest timw in my life
...ndering why a woman so near and dear to my heart had to die. This woman had taken care of me since I was little, shown so much love towards this little baby in an incubator for months. During visits she seemed so grateful to see me. I questioned god why, how could he do something this drastic and abrupt in my life, didn’t he know that this would devastate me. That weekend was the funeral, the worst day of my existence. Now face to face with a body that showed no slight resemblance of my grandmother, I began to tremble with sorrow. After the coffin closed was the breaking point. The fact that I would never see her face again hit me so hard that I did not stop crying until after the ceremony was over. Getting over her death was extremely hard. A week or two after the funeral I would cry myself to sleep, I had a loss of appetite and talked very little. While in this state of mourning I s...