The phone rings and I sigh as I get up. I kiss his forehead once I am standing. I walk over to the phone and pick it up. "Hello."
"Hey honey." My mom say. I can tell she is sobbing.
"Mom, what's wrong" I ask.
"It's your grandmother, she's gone."
I am so in shock. Tears rush I to my eyes. "No, she was doing great when I left. How did this happen?'' I ask being to sob.
"She passed away in her sleep. We are holding her funeral down there tomorrow. You brother and I will be Coming down. I love you and I will see you in the morning." The phone call ends and I hang it up, dropping to the ground after. I sob into my hands.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Alexis starts sobbing and I sit up, walking to her and dropping at her side. I wrap my arms weakly around her and put aside my own problems for a few moments, tending to hers, "What's wrong?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain