Memior

= = Tomorrow’s History, Today’s Mystery

==== As a child I’ve witnessed many things in life that makes me the person I am today. These things that people usually see are very common. They witness death. I remember when I was only 11 years old and my grandfather passed away. It felt like the world was going to come to an end. My grandfather was the best to me and it was very difficult to except at first, but now that I look back on it, I now realize that he is in a better place. Now that I think about it, it's like tomorrows history was my grandfather's death and today's mystery is how can I succedd throgh life now. ====

====Being only 11 and actually witnessing someone die was like a hassle. The last word that he ever said to me was "Kayler I love you. Even though I might not see you as much, you mean everything to me. Love you!" Ha, he could never get my name right because his accent was so strong but that’s what I loved about him! Even though I know I wasn’t around him much; when I began to grow up, I still felt him in my heart. He was probably the closet thing to me when he left because he would talk to me. I always felt his presence around me. It was like a flower growing needing the rain to touch its soil. I would grow because I could feel him.====

My grandfather, Kenneth Jerome Casey, died May 20, 2009. My father called me crying and asked if I wanted to come to the hospital. I asked “Why do I need to go to the hospital, what’s wrong?” out of curiosity. He replied “Your grandfather might die today!” I immediately dropped the phone and ran into my mother arms. She asked constantly “What’s wrong Kayla, I can’t understand with you constantly crying?”I aked her “Can we go to the hospital please?" She didn't know what was wrong so she had a look on her face like a enduced mother giving birth to her newborn baby. At the time, I had so many thoughts running through my mind. I didn't know if he was going to die or if he would still be alive.

We went to Good Samatitn Hospital on the 15th floor, Cardio and Vascular. My mom and I went to go find my father, Jr. He came and grabbed me and held onto me tight. I felt sorta wierd; like a person grabbing a hold on me that I barely knew. However, we went into his room, 153 and his heart beat dropped the second I enterd his room. When that happened, I felt I was the cause of his heart beat going down. It was if his entire heart got cold as an dry ice. At that point, something told me "your grandfather will be leaving."

He was on the resperator for almost two days and when the third day came, he was in a better place. They told me he held out for that long because of his "grandbaby" birthday. I began to feel pain in my heart. Although I knew he was in a better place, it was still hurt. May 20th, I no longer had my grandfather here on earth, by my side. My father tried to comfort me but he couldn't because he wasn't strong enough. I then ran into my grandmother's arms. She told me "Kayla, everything will be just fine. He's in a better place for a reason. He dosen't want to see us crying and sad. He wants us to be happy to see him doing better and in a better place." I really didn't care to listen to her becuase I knew what he wanted and I know where he wanted to be. However, your always going to have hurt in your heart when a loved on has passed away.

A week after his death we had the funeral. The day before his funreal, I asked my mom "Do I really have to go to the funreal. I really don't want to. He knows I love him and he should know I don't want to go to this niether!" She told me "Kayla, it's your last time seeing your Grandpa Casey, you're going!" I really wanted her to say "you don't have to go", but it looks like I was out of luck. The day of his funreal, I was sitting there holding my brother hand. My brother, Kordell was little and was hurt as well. My Grandpa Casey was always there for Kordell and now he also had to leave him to. I know my brother wasn't satisfied at all with his death but he had to realize as much I as I had to realize that he's in a better place now. The entire family was there. Even the people that live down south. He had a nice service and I'm pretty sure this is what he always wanted. Althoigh we weren.t satisfied with his death we had to live with it. I some what felt as if I had to let go of my favorite ballon and let fly away.

Over the time period, I began to notice that life has to move on even though my grandfather is gone. I know that I'll always have my grandfather with me in my spirts so I don't have to ever worry about him not talking to me. Although he's not down here in his presence, he still around me. However, my brother and father is still hurt but soon they will realize that he is in a better place. I will never forget my grandfather Kenneth Jerome Casey. Love you always.