Today was your average day for me. Get up 10 minutes before my ride to school was supposed to get here, beg my mom to take me, etc. I went through school really tired, and almost made it through the day without anything really bad happening. At 2:10 the worst thing to happen to me that day was my binder with all my schoolwork getting stolen, but you know what... I got it back, so no biggie there. Well at about 2:15 my teacher gets a call from the attendance office. She says "Alyssa, your mom is in the attendance office and it's an emergency." The first thing I say to that is "Well, who died?"... jokingly, not yet aware what I just said is the horrible truth ahead of me. So, at this point I am under the impression that I am in trouble for all the ditching I do. I walk quickly to the office, in the door, and my mom and her boyfriend Doug are standing waiting for me. I look at them, and can instantly tell that this is not about ditching, or any menial thing like that. I ask, "What happened?", get no reply. So I ask again... and again, atleast 10 times. Then when we step outside the office door I look at my mom and basically show her that I am not walking one more step without knowing what happened. My mind is racing.... ' Is it Nicole? Grandpa? What?! ' Then I hear it...... "Grandma was in a car accident and didn't make it." This is where things get blurry... I JUST was with my grandma. I spent my entire spring break with her. I cannot believe that now, just like that, I no longer have a grandma. It's surreal, unbelievable. I want it to just be some sick and cruel joke, no. She was getting a ride to go get her hair done, and a man driving 60 mph slammed into the passenger side of the car, where she was seated. The force of the impact was so tremendous that my grandma's friend's dentures broke in his mouth. The autopsy on my granmda revealed that the force tore her Aorta from her heart. She bled to death in the helicopter that came to airlift her to a more equipped facility....

The worst thing in this whole ordeal is that, in the midst of people losing a mother, wife, grandmother, friend, daughter, sister, aunt, etc. all anyone can think about is money. A supposed $5,000 she has tucked away in her trailer... Well, that is not what I want. I want the drawings/photos I gave her. The sentimental things. I am not even going to cash the check she gave me for my birthday tomorrow, I'd rather keep the check than exchange it for $100. It is worth more to me than that.

I love my grandma, and I am forever greatful that I was able to spend a week with her before her untimely death.

The last photo ever taken of her:

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