cry cry cry me and da fam decided to visit mii Nana and Papa in pennsylvania just to visit cause we hadn't seen them in a while. mii Papa wasn't doing too well for a couple months and he was on one of those old people scooters and when he was on it he would be ZOOMIN! he would run over people's toes on that thing and my Nana would have to chase after him... -smiles lightly-... but anyway... we got to pennsylvania and he wasn't doin too good. the nurse that always comes to see him came and said that he was in the last stages of life... when i heard it from my mom i thought about what i wanted to say to him before his time came... cry but before i could think my mom came to me and said that Papa wanted see me... i walked in and everyone was standing around his bed. everyone looked at me and i heard him quietly call my name. i walked to his bedside and he put out his hand and i put out mine and he held it tight. i said "Papa... i love you so much. you're a wonderful grandfather and you will be missed." and he said lightly "i love you too rachel. you're all i need in a granddaughter." then he leaned to the side of my face and whispered in my ear "you've always been my favorite..." then he leaned back and winked. then i smiled. then he said "you have a beautiful smile. you look just like you're mother when you wrinkle you're nose..."
a few hours later- 3:00 am
"Michelle?" said my Papa. (michelle is my mom's name) "yes dad?" she said. "what day is it?" he asked. "it's June 28th" she replied. "so it's michael's birthday tomorrow?" "yup" said a sleepy mom. (and michael is my uncle's name). my mom gave my Papa his medication and tried to stay awake but my Papa convinced her to go to sleep. i finally fell asleep at about 4:00 am and woke up to my sister's voice three hours later. "rachel... rachel wake up Papa died in his sleep last night..." i sat straight up and got out of bed and ran down to my Papa's room to see my mom weeping holding my papa's lifeless hand. she turned to me and hug me as i cried and handed me a necklace. "he wanted you to have this when he passed away... it was his grandmother's" she said. it was a pink jeweled heart connected to a gold chain. i held it in my hand and stared at my Papa's still body...
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