Treat Everyday Like Its Your Last

Drew - Gibsonia, Pennsylvania
Entered on October 28, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: death
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I will never forget the day when my grandmother died. She was absolutely the strongest person I had ever met, but she became weak when her life was struck by cancer. She would always tell me, “Drew, you’ll get there someday”, and you know I really haven’t had a chance to live like I was dying, and I hope I never have to.

In February 2008, my grandma had been diagnosed with cancer, and everybody was a mess. She was such a vital part in my life and she had now perceived one of the most vicious of all cancers. I always would call her and talk to her to ease mine and her pain. Her voice then was nothing, but now it is something I want to hear every day of my life. It is really hard to lose a family member but then again time heals the most hurtful wounds. The thing that gets me every time though, is even through her suffering, she had kept her humorous personality and maintained a smile on her face every day.

I remember, one evening, my mom was telling us a story at the dinner table about how she had gotten a bell for my grandmother for assistance, because she was really feeble. After giving her the bell, my mom and relatives had all taken a rest and sat down. Suddenly though, they heard the bell and quickly rushed to my grandmother’s bedroom. They all were worried that something was wrong and so they asked her, and as her response, she said, “Oh, I was just testing you to see if you would come”.

When my grandma was sick she treated everyday like it was her last, and this I believe is something everyone should ponder upon. I personally thought my grandma was going to live forever, but that did not happen. I believe that if someone doesn’t treat everyday like it’s their last, then they will be sorry in the end. My grandma could have outrun most 40 year olds with her good health, and then the next day she had developed something that would claim her life. So treat everyday like it’s your last and realize the importance of life before you do not have time to.