The Truth Is That Time Heals All Wounds

She Is Gone

Natasha K. Briggs

ENG 121 English Composition I

Instructor Steven Ryan

Ashford University

2013, March 4

The truth is that time heals all wounds and the world keeps on going as if nothing happened. When we are young, most of us are somewhat naive. When I first lost my grandmother Doreen, the last thing I wanted to hear from anyone was that life was too short. But they were right, life is too short and you should live everyday as if it was your last because you never know when it could end.

My mind went blank, no words are escaping my lips and the entire room is at a standstill. I can hear my heart beating rapidly and I feel as if my body is about to collapse. I must be in a dream and have yet to awaken from this nightmare. I hear her voice in my ear but I’m speechless and have no tears to show. I need to run away, escapism, get rid of this pain that I’m feeling. Half of me wants to burst into tears and the other half is brimming with so much anger that I want to instigate a brawl.

I just got off of work and was heading to my car when my cell rang. It was my mother. I quickly pushed the answer button and proceeded to speak, “Hey mom.” Her response, “Natasha, your grandmother has passed.” This couldn’t possibly be true. Grandma Dee was 82 years old and in such good health that had us all to believe she’d out live us all. My mother continue to explain to me on how Grandma Dee wasn’t receiving or returning calls which was unusual for her. Finally, my parents decided to head over to Grandma Dee’s to check on her. Upon entering her bedroom my parents found my grandmother laying peacefully in her bed. Grandmother Dee passed away exactly how she wanted; asleep, in her bed, and in the home my grandfather built.

That Wednesday evening I