my mema.

I feel like it was yesterday:

December 29, 2007. Swim practice ended at 12:00, but I got out a little early. I was outside waiting for my dad and my brother to come pick me up. We were going to go to Danbury Hospital to see my grandma. She hadn't been feeling well, so she was admitted to the hospital the week before (December 21st, 2007). We were going down Old Zoar Road and my dad's cell phone rings. Ian picks it up and it's my mom. He hands the phone to my dad. The car comes to a stop right in the middle of the road. He hung up soon after. His next words? "Mom just told me that Mema has just passed away.." We turned around and drove up our road and into my garage and walked inside and no one said a word. And then I turned around and burst into tears. My brother did the same and threw his arms around me. My dad did the same. We all started crying. That whole next few monts, she was all I would think about. I know that my Meme is in heaven now, I just miss her a whole lot. I may not have been the most kind granddaugher all the time, but I know I appreciated her very much. My mema wasn't just that kind of grandmother who lived in some other state that occasionally calls you on Christmas or Birthday's and sends a card now and then. She had been living with us for 5 years and we had grown closer each and every day. Losing her hit me hard. i regret anything bad I had ever said to her. I miss her more and more each and every day, but I know I will see her again.