Grief

Today, at 13:50pm, my great granny died. I would’ve been in 5th period RE. She was 98, coming 99 in June. She was kind and I loved her. Funnily enough during RE we were learning about Rosa Parks and I was bored and calculating how much older she was than my great granny, likely around the time she died. Maybe it was the universe making me think of her. 

I remember a year or so before she died I made apple tart with her and my granny. It was sour and delicious and I had it with custard, she was a baker. As we baked she had old strawberry tart on the counter and it was sweet and soggy. I wish I could be back there.

Every time I visited, she mistook me as a boy or one of my brothers. I wonder how she is the only one to know what I really am.

Before I got home from school it was a nice day. My friends were nice and I was talking more with the new girl in our group, she’s nice and I think she’s quite shy but that’s not a bad thing. She is pretty quiet though but if you talk to her, she’ll talk back. 

I listened to music as I always do on the bus unaware of what I’d be told as I ate dinner. Tonight I had waffles, spaghetti hoops and a chicken Kiev.

As much as I pretend my form of grief is joking it’s not fully, I cry too much. I love you Granny Net naw.

Her daughter arrived five minutes before she died, not alone, I visited her a week before she died with Granny. My mum almost made it to the hospital. Two minutes after she died.

Tomorrow the sun will rise and the birds will chirp without her. But that’s okay, she was old.