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    My grandmother became very ill and was hospitalized for hypertension. One morning, my father came home with blood on his clothes and my mother explained that my grandmother had fainted and passed away at the hospital. When I went to see her body in the hospital, I broke down in tears, unable to believe she was gone. My grandmother had been like a mother to me and we did everything together. Two weeks later at her funeral, I initially refused to go but was convinced by my mother that it was important to say goodbye to my grandmother one last time. I still think about her and miss her dearly.

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    My grandmother became very ill and was hospitalized for hypertension. One morning, my father came home with blood on his clothes and my mother explained that my grandmother had fainted and passed away at the hospital. When I went to see her body in the hospital, I broke down in tears, unable to believe she was gone. My grandmother had been like a mother to me and we did everything together. Two weeks later at her funeral, I initially refused to go but was convinced by my mother that it was important to say goodbye to my grandmother one last time. I still think about her and miss her dearly.

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    Memoir

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    Edward Casimiro
    My grandmother became very ill and was hospitalized for hypertension. One morning, my father came home with blood on his clothes and my mother explained that my grandmother had fainted and passed away at the hospital. When I went to see her body in the hospital, I broke down in tears, unable to believe she was gone. My grandmother had been like a mother to me and we did everything together. Two weeks later at her funeral, I initially refused to go but was convinced by my mother that it was important to say goodbye to my grandmother one last time. I still think about her and miss her dearly.

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    The Last time i saw my Grandmother

    (Edward M. Casimiro 12-Mercury)

    I've never been deeply saddened by any death before. And this is my first encounter of a death that is
    real and close to me.

    I was in the 3rd grade when my grandmother became very ill. She was always fainting. We don't know
    what kind of sickness she has. So we came to the Hospital to check her. But the doctor said that she has
    a Hypertension. She just needs a rest and stop drinking alcohol. But I never thought that it would lead to
    her death.

    On November 10, 2012. It was Saturday that my father came home early at the morning. I knew
    something was wrong because ther is a blood stain on his clothes . I asked him where he went that early
    morning. But he just smiled at me. And then, my mother came to me and begun to explain what's realy
    going on. She explained everything to me.She said that Nanay (Grandmother) fainted again at 3 o'clock
    in the morning. No one noticed it but my father. He rush her to the Hospital but its too late. My Nanay
    run out of blood. We immediately went to the Hospital, there were people everywhere. Everyone tried
    to straighten up but i could see the hurt and pain in everyone’s face. I walked into the room and
    everyone was sitting around crying. My mother then led me back into my granny’s bedroom where I
    then see her lying in that hospital bed peacefully.

    I couldn’t believe my eyes. Tears began to form in my eyes and at that point my heart's den seeped into
    my stomach. The pain was awful. She was like a mother to me. We did everything together. As I sat on
    the end of her dresser tears ran quickly down my face and into my hands. I just started because I
    couldn’t believe what was going on. I looked into space as I thought to myself about how my life was
    about to change. I had just seen her that weekend before and she was just fine. She begged my mother
    not to tell my sister or I because she didn’t want us to stress.Two weeks later. The last day of the
    funeral.

    I refused to go. I just couldn’t bare taken the pain of her lying there restless without a breath left in her
    body. I was forced to go. My mother told me that it would be the last time I laid eyes on her and that it
    would only be right for me to show my face. She had to really explain that to me. I always think about
    her. I see her earn every day. I walk through my front door. She was my heart and she meant the world
    to me. She gone now and there’s nothing I can do to change it but im glad she’s not suffering anymore
    and is in a better place. R.I.P Nanay.

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