What is the hardest thing you’ve ever done? The hardest thing I have ever done is say goodbye to my grandma who died earlier this year. She was my best friend and I hung out with her every single day. I miss her so much and think of her all the time.
Now that we’ve gotten to know each other, tell me a story. It can be long or short. From your childhood or last week. Funny, sad, or somewhere in between. Just make sure it’s yours. What’s your story? I have been working on a version of the following for a while now, and here it is, a bit sad maybe, but it’s mine. 🙂
Love is vital.
On a cold March morning awakened from a restless foreboding sleep by an alarming ringing phone, my life changed. “It is time come quick.” I raced to pull on clothes through fear and hot tears, not stopping to even comb my hair, I raced to my destination, one I had left mere hours before. My grandma is sick and I must go to her, for this might be the last time. We were very close, grandma and I. I lived with her for some time a result of a happy accident, and visited her every single day after I moved back home. Once in the morning, to help her get ready for the day, a lovely moment spent before the work day then again after I got off work just to talk and see how her day went. I visited her to help her in any way she may need, to show her my love.
We had inside jokes, watched tv, and told stories to each other. I could spend hours just listening to her when she spoke of her life or of her late husband, my grandpa. I loved every moment of it. Though those moments had an expiration date that seemed to loom coming ever closer to an end I never wanted to see. In a cold hospital room heavy with disbelief we found out she had cancer, an evil vile monster that was sure to suck her life from her, no matter what we did. A monster that caused pain and suffering for all, not only the one infected. The surgery, the medicine, the pain and not knowing how long we had filled our precious days to come. The awful infections that brought about the last birthday celebration my grandma would have, moments we would never have a chance for again. She was gone a month later, not a moment later, but a month.
A month to say all the things you will never get another chance at, a month to soak up the love that you will never feel again, and a measly month to watch the person you love slowly and painfully fade away. I held her hand as she took her last breaths, my heart clenching painfully as her pain ended. Knowing in that moment, I wouldn’t have given up an ounce of the love I have for her, no matter
how much it hurt. It was difficult to tell one you love so much goodbye, knowing you will never see them again in this life. To convey to her how much she meant to you, and how much you hope to be like her one day, the wise, lovely, strong woman you were lucky to know. She was one of my best friends, and I love her still though she is no longer physically here. Love can hurt and heal, it can bring joy or cause tears, love can fill you and leave you feeling empty. Yet love is something I and most everyone longs for.
Love is not only a universal theme, but a very universal feeling. Love can describe many things: be it your pet dog, or your favorite shirt, or a family member. I believe that we are made to love, and love fiercely. Love is a vital part of your life. Love is at the base of most moments in life, those that take a second or a month. Love can be the most shocking thing to experience either personally or through fictional characters. Love can help save someone, and can be an intense feeling as you lose someone, it can be the easiest thing to accept or deny.
Love is vital.