A Day I'll Never Forget

             At the young age of 51, my best friend Mary A. Tolbert, my grandmother
             was taken away from me by a sudden "massive heart attack."
             Living in Sacramento I had just left my grandmother's house. Earlier that Monday evening in September my grandmother had just finished babysitting me at the age of ten. I gave my grandmother a big wet kiss on the cheek while she was lying on the snow-white velvet couch trimmed in baby blue. As she was watching her favorite game show, "The Wheel Of Fortune"
             "I'll see you later." I told her as I walked out the door. Although she did look a bit tired I assumed it was from dealing with me all day, an energetic ten year old. She convinced me she was feeling fine.
             Early that Tuesday morning is one that I'll never forget. I was awakened at 3:00 AM, by some woman who sounded like her voice was hoarse, I didn't realize it was my mother; she was informing me that she thought my grandmother was dead. I wasn't fully awaken yet, but coherent enough to understand the words that came out of her mouth. Like a skyrocket I sat straight up in my bed.
             "STOP LYING!" I yelled to my Mom as she assured me she was very serious. At that moment I demanded we call 911.
             My mother and I got dressed in thirty seconds flat and were out of the door of our two-bedroom duplex in North Highlands, which is only twelve minutes away from where my grandmother lived and where she laid now lifeless. At once, I got into my mother's compact white Nissan Sentra as she slammed it into reverse, backing out of the driveway wasting no time at all. The other side of Watt Ave was our destination. Although it was only 10 miles away it seemed like an eternity. Trembling while my mother wa
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