Last Goodbyes

Megan - Bryant, Arkansas
Entered on April 30, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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Last Goodbyes

I believe in a last goodbye. Not a “goodbye I’ll see you later,” but a “goodbye I’ll miss you and I love you with all my heart, and I will always be with you.”

I’ve always wondered if I would be put in a simple situation when my outcome would be tragic. One day it happened. My grandma was put into the hospital with a very severe infection. She had recently had a stroke so she wasn’t doing too well. My family and I would go up to see her every chance we could. One Saturday night I had one of my really good friends over. My dad came up to us and asked us if we would like to go with him to the hospital with him to see Grandma. I really wanted to say, “Yes let’s go!” But I knew that my friend would not want to. So I told my dad no, seeing his shocked face surprised me. He knew I always wanted to go see her every chance I could, but he played it off. I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt like someone was telling me to go with him, don’t worry your friend wont mind. I just ignored it and went back to be with my friend. This feeling never left me through out the night. I just couldn’t get my grandma off my mind. I tried to not think about it but I just couldn’t. The next morning my friend left and we headed off for church. When church was over, we all piled into car to go grab a bite to eat. Then suddenly my dad got a call. We didn’t think anything of it; he gets calls all the time. But his face just dropped. We all just sat in silence, not knowing if we should ask what happened or to just say nothing. He hung up the phone lightly and pulled over, he spoke in a cracking voice. He told us that the person that just called was my Uncle Bobby, and he was calling to inform us that grandma had passed away this morning while we were in church. We were shocked. I felt horrible. I never got to say my last goodbye to her.

I believe in last goodbyes. To this day, I still regret not going that night. I would of loved to say goodbye and kiss Grandma’s head while she was still alive. When you say goodbye you should mean it with all your heart, because you never know when you just might not see them again. Never take goodbyes for granted, one day you just might regret it.