Days like this

Esme Green

On November 2006 my grandma was put in hospital for a couple of weeks, I think. I knew that she wasn't well because of old age and my mum said that she had a bit of everything.

When we went to see her I didn't think that she would go home but I didn't think that she would die either. I had never seen her in a bad way like that before. When she was lying in the hospital bed she looked very weak, fragile and pale. I didn't cry because I thought that she would get better and I wanted to be strong for everyone else, I though that she would be able to go home but I felt a little sad because she wasn't the same person. I hate hospitals.

On the 8th of January my aunty and cousin came up from Newcastle under Lyme to visit her. Me, my sister and my brother stayed at home while my mum, dad, aunty and cousin went to Dumfries to visit her.

My brother went to his bed then me then my sister, they came home late and my mum went upstairs to see my sister, she wasn't asleep and I was half asleep. My mum told my sister that my grandma had passed away; she started crying when my mum told me. My sister and mum went downstairs I stayed upstairs.

When my grandma passed away it made me wish that I had spent more time with her, asked her stories of when she was helping in the factories during the 2nd world war, her life when she was a little girl. I know that my grandma had a great personality she knew everyone around and had a great sense of humour and enjoyed golf and was good at it. Whenever I went to her house she always had something new to say it never got awkward when people were silent.

When my grandma died I didn't really realize that I would never see her again until the funeral. There is still so much that I don t know about her. I feel proud that she loved me.