I am a girl by the way. So this happened a couple of times while I was out with my friends and there was literally nowhere to go I just asked them to cover for me while I did it in a dark alley and once behind a tree. Never infront of people or in a major public place and now they call me trashy and they keep bringing it up every now and then and even talk about it between each other… they even stopped talking to me and said I’m a shameless person.. I’m beyond traumatized and depressed.
I’ve been with three people as they died, my great-grandmother, my mother-in-law, and my grandmother.
With my great-grandmother, I was 14 and it was nearly ten years since a stroke changed her. My only memory of her prior to her stroke was a shopping trip where she taught me it was ok to taste the grapes at the grocery store before buying. It wasn’t stealing, it was testing for sweetness. You only wanted to bring home the sweet grapes – and grapes could be both sweet or sour. She died with only me and my cousin Kimmy in the hospital room, alarms beeping, her eyes wide open for the longest minute, until they weren’t any more. I had to tell my grandmother her mom died. My mother-in-law passed away when I was 30. Just hours before she died, she asked for a Coke. We reminder her she liked Pepsi, not Coke. She corrected us; she said her fridge had been filled for a lifetime with Pepsi because her husband and kids preferred it. But she, she preferred Coke and wanted one before she passed. Life doesn’t get much sweeter than a drink of Coke and, with bravery, she let go. When my grandmother ...