My House

On November 14, 1997, we received a phone call that would change my life forever. My grandmother who was fifty-three years old had passed away. My grandma who we called, “Granny” lived with my mom’s youngest sister, who was the one that found my grandma. My aunt had got up and realized my grandma wasn’t awake, and that was pretty odd, being that she was always up before her, she went in her room and seen my grandma in bed. My mom and I didn’t live very far so she called my mom to go see, my mom is a nurse, and she checked her pulse when we got there. I was on the phone telling the 911 people information about my grandma. My mom came out the room and said that she was dead and she had been dead for...