By Jayden Pressey
It was a cold winter day when Great Grandma passed away. I was only eight years old at the time, but I remember it so clearly. She had been sick for a long time and we all knew her time was coming to an end. Even still, her death came as a shock to us all.
I remember being at her funeral and seeing my mom crying. I had never seen my mom cry before and it scared me. I didn't understand what was happening or why everyone was so sad. All I knew was that I missed Great Grandma and I wished she were still here with us.
In the days after her death, I started to think about how unfair it was that she was gone. She was only seventy-six years old and had so much life left to live. I was angry at the world for taking her away from us.
But then, one day, I realized that I could use my anger to motivate myself. I decided to start playing sports. It was something that Grandma had always wanted me to do. And so, in her memory, I started playing soccer and basketball.
Nearly ten years have passed since Great Grandma's death, and I'm now a successful athlete. I've even won a few championships! I know that she would be proud of me if she could see me now.
I think about her often and how grateful I am for the time we had together. Even though she's gone, she will always be a part of my life.
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