My Grandma Died Today.

I think it pretty much explains itself.

It hasn't hit me yet. I have only shed the slightest of tears, and I know more are to come. I don't think I have grasped the concept that she will never be back in her apartment in Queens, and back telling me the storys she always planned to explain to me when I am older.

I don't think the fact that she died with my picture from my sweet sixteen in her arms, and the small stuffed animal a family bought her tightly in her grasp. She was suffering from lung disease, and from what I was told, she died peacefully.

I was taken from school early today and told the news. My mom watched me quietly as I stared back, gathered my items, too much in the state of shock to shed the tears which were left days before.

I don't know what to do or say.

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Christen