Tuggi

Never think you are to old, or to mature to love.

 

 

         Tuggi

Balancing my weight I crawl across her bed, there are loud, indulgent creaks. She won’t hear. Sitting at her vanity she puts on her makeup that she does not need, she pretends like she doesn’t notice me. I come off of her bed, and sneak behind her chair, “ BOO!” I yell. Then she would laugh and say, “ You’re going to give me a heart attack girl,” and I would laugh with her.                      

            But that was when I was little, now I’m eleven, and I’m too old to play with my great grandmother, that was how I thought. When I would go over there, I would be respectful, but not generous with my love. I would find my way towards their TV and I would stay there until our visit was over. Then I would leave.

 

            A few months later, my dad told me the Tuggi was having eye surgery. I always knew she had bad eyes, so I though nothing of it.

 

Two months later she died. 

Author's Note

I loved her, and I did not mean to be blunt, I meant to be plain. Such as you cannot take it back not doing something, she died. What was I really supose to say? That I cried and cried for hours, which I did but that didn't bring her back, she was loved , but she died

Reviews

[Destinee]

This is so beautiful even when sorrow is rolling off of every word. I can empathize with you in this. my mother moved me away from my father and grandparents when i was seven and now, nine years later, my grandfather was told he had at the most two weeks to live. This was a very strong and powerful write.

[SilentDreamer]

So sad! A woman from our church about a month ago had eye surgery and then in the middle of a dinner she passed out. Later she went to the emergency room. She's fine and well today but it scared me and my cousins so badly because she's so close to us. I always used to spend the night at my grandma's but now have stopped. This story makes me wonder if I should start again. Awesome job, it totally spoke to me.