Nana’s House
Its November the 19,2012, laying in bed not wanting to get up and head to school, Not wanting to face the fact that I can’t call my Nana and wish her a happy birthday was painful, dreadful. Even though it been 4 years there’s not a day that goes by I don’t think of you. Crawling out of bed walking slowly to the bathroom with tears running down my face know that she wouldn’t me to cry just live knowing she is in a better place.
Seating in math with my mind out in a daze takes me back when I was seating with my family on the front role while we watch our love one in the casket at all peace. Pulling up into the driveway tears streaming down my face wondering how life would be if she was still here holding my hand guiding me through life. Getting out the car I see the field tall, yellow, all kinds of bugs, dirt and corn. I began to think about how me, my sisters, and brothers use to run in the field hiding from my grandma when we did something bad. Playing hind-go-seek in the field was scary but fun to.
RING RING RING... ..” Come on jaron lets head on to Spanish.”Destiny said. Walking slowly down the hall to 3rd period feeling a little bit better then I was easily but it still hurts.
Walking into the house smelling sweet honey perfume reminds me of when she use to spray the perfume everywhere to make her house smell just like her. Running my hand across the table, seeing me and my Nana cooking on the stove.
It was uncle brothers birthday dinner he was turning 75 but looked 56. He always wanted to have a birthday dinner but never got around to it. I woke up that morning rushing into Nana's room telling her to get up so we can start cooking the following: cake, hot wings, hot dogs, pizza, nacho cheese etc. He was really surprise to see all the food and his friends and family wishing him a happy birthday. Seeing him smile put a greater smile on mine and Nana's face.
Tears flowing like a river that never runs dry makes me wonder how close she was to me. I always knew she was special to me but I never knew what I had until it was gone. Calling my mom to come get me from school hearing her tears knowing if I go home I would have to seat and listen her tell me about how much she meant to her. I already knew how much my Nana meant to me but I really didn’t want to cry a lot more. Ridding past the fire station broke more and more tears to my eyes.
“HURRY JARON,” yelled Nana, rushing into the bathroom getting large cups and bowls of water trying to up out a fire that uncle brother began. I believe he was cooking and a rag caught on to the stove. I have never seen my Nana move so fast running in and out the bath with water. I was afraid not because of the fire but because I was thinking my grandma would get hurt. It took her about 15min to kill the fire but with great power she did. Living out into the country it was really hard for the fire man to get to your house but we all made it out just fine.
Making it home seating on the couch thinking of the last things she said to me was, ‘jaron life is very short you never know when it’s your time to go so you must always keep god first and now that I’m always here for you if you need me. I couldn’t do it I was trying all day to hold myself together but I finally broke just knowing the fact that she was gone hurt me I couldn’t call her anymore, give her a hug, tell her how much she means to me. I had to realize that even though she’s gone she will always be in my heart.
