Going Home

Dear Grandma,
It’s been a year since you went home. I still have a hard time believing you are not here. Sometimes I still pick up the phone to call you and quickly remember you are not here to listen to my exciting news. I went through graduation knowing it would have made you so proud to finally see my finish. As much as it hurts for you not to be here with me, I know you are so much happier where you are.

I remember when my mom told me you were in the emergency room. My heart sank as tried to face reality. I did not go into your room for a few days. When I finally brought myself there the nurse wasn’t ever sure if you would be able to hear me or know I was there. The moment I saw you, I began sobbing because I knew you would be leaving me. My heart ached because there was nothing I could do to help you. You hung on for several days, but when you finally went home, it was kind of a relief. We knew you were no longer in pain, that you got to see grandpa again, and you were with your Father.

As I think about you, one amazing quality about you sticks out. You were incredibly selfless. You never hesitated to offer a room to someone or cook them a meal. You would go out of your way to make others happy. You never judged and saw the best in everyone. I want to be like that. I want to make you proud.

I think about you all the time. Sometimes it makes me sad, but other times I find myself laughing about all the good times we had. I miss our times together. I miss the crazy holidays. I miss your silly jokes. I miss you. Grandma, I love you so much and I cannot wait until I can see you again.

For The Best Babysitter in The World

Two weeks ago, as I was wandering about San Francisco I saw Gavin Newsome (his wife was there too). We were both gazing around a little flower stand. I couldn't help but stop and ask for a picture.

Not A Good Day

Yesterday was destined to be a bad day from the time I woke up. Getting out of bed was exceptionally difficult, even after I pressed the snooze button twice. When I finally got out of my super cozy bed, I looked at the clothes I set out and I was no longer satisfied with them. A new search began. I became happy with the new outfit I found. I thought it would be a beautiful day in the city and my light yellow shirt would be perfect. Then, as I tried over and over to straighten one section of hair, I heard the weather lady say San Francisco’s high was 66, which means my school has a high close to 60 degrees. Let the search for a jacket begin. I headed out the door with my notebook, my SFSU sweatshirt, and a piece of hair still a little wavy. Traffic was horrible. It didn’t clear up at the usual spot. I missed the BART train I was supposed to get on, but I didn’t panic. I got on the next train and knew I would still have time to get to class. My new train slowly came to a stop, and I started to get nervous. I grew a little more nervous every minute my train was delayed. When I finally got off at Daly City, I went right to the shuttle. The line was the longest I had seen it thus far and now I was panicked and really irritated. By the time I made it to campus, it wasn’t worth going to class. I went to the library to read and do some homework. Then my tummy started to not feel so hot. Before I knew it, I was running for the bathroom so my classmates wouldn’t have to see my breakfast. I thought I was ok, so I drank some water, got some gum, and went to class. I wasn’t, I left class twice. The students in my class probably think I’m crazy. After a few more runs to the nearest restroom, it was time to give up and go home. I headed to the BART station. Then, I remembered my dad dropped me off at BART so I would be stranded at the Dublin station. I made some phone calls to see if anyone could pick me up. Nope. Finally, I got a hold of my mom and had to ask her to leave work to come get me. I finally got home, got into my cozy bed, and slept the rest of my bad day away.