A place we all must go, but many go sooner than we want them to go. I was listening and reading some things on this community site and was really shocked at all the drama going on. I said to myself these kids really need to grow up. I remember when I was a teenager growing up if you said the wrong thing everybody wanted to fight you. If you got in trouble at school you got sent to the office and they gave you three choices…in school suspension, out of school suspension or a phone call home. If you had parents like I have, you took the in schools suspension and went to a isolated class. better then being home hearing about how bad i was all day and doing chores all day. There is so much going on. Kids are growing up faster now and don’t have time to be kids. What is there to do? They took all the activities away. One thing for sure is…Parents need to stop being their kids’ friend and be their parents. Mean what you say and Say what you mean. I don’t want to look down at my child. I want her looking down at me. It’s so hurtful to have to bury your grandmother. Your her best friend all your life. turning to her when you have a problem or just need to talk. then boom of a sudden it’s like this she never existed. What are memories? Who wants memories when it feels like you have lost everything? You want to hear see and touch, not imagine. It’s like waking up from a bad dream and then reality hits and you finally acknowledge it. Now you’re scared and don’t know who to trust. It’s like everyone is the enemy. You hear all kinds of stories, often trying to put pieces of a puzzle together, that don’t fit. You want to scream at people saying, “I don’t want to hear it because a dead woman can’t talk. Maybe they did ask for it or start it, but it doesn’t give you the right to take my loved one away from me. You go to a funeral, walk up to the casket, look in wondering who is this person, still not wanting to believe it and the grave yard is even a bad dream to you ; until they roll that casket into the ground and begin throwing dirt and then fiction becomes reality. No more waiting for them to come through the door or a call saying it was all part of some big joke. Whoa! I wished that many days and Lord knows if I could go and dig my Gram up and bring her home; I would It’s been 11 days and I can remember it as if it happened today.  I remember the ride home from the hospital driving into a airborne tire I  just stood their in the middle of the streets screaming. I couldn’t get a grip on it. I thought it was all part of some big sick joke. I was mad at the world, but I had to let it go so I could move on with my life. At the time I was hurting so bad to where I didn’t want to face the truth. Do we ever want to face the truth when were hurting? NO! I love my Gram she will be missed so much.