• Thursday.

    The day before Friday. Simply Thursday. I'd go through the week and nothing special would happen on Thursday.

    Thursday May 14,2009 2 mins after 4 p.m.

    I looked at the clock and thought nothing of the time. On the computer chatting with people, the usual. Living my life. Being happy.


    Later that day around 6:30


    My mom came home from work. Told me to get off the computer, like she always does. Her face, its expression was sad. She asked if I had talked to my dad lately. She always asked and if I did talk to him, I would tell. He wasn't home now a days and he picked up me and my siblings every other weekend.

    I answered no. and She said "Your Granda Ester died." I simply said "oh" and left the room. My cousin had sent me a text a few minutes earlier and asked if I had heard what happen. Now I did.

    I expected myself to cry, right away. I didn't.

    She had been in the hospital for a long time because she had cancer.

    I wrote in my diary about her death. And waited for me to cry. I asked my cousin if she cried, she said she did so much she almost threw up. I told her I didn't and she said I was probly in shock. So I believed her.

    I convince my mom to take me to the hospital. We tried hurrying threw the drive through of Taco Bell. And all the while I was texting my cousin. She told me I had 10 minutes to get there and 30 mins to see my Grandma.

    I was getting angry at my mom for not hurrying. She had to get out of the drive through, drive home, put on shoes, and get gas. When we got home my brother and sister got in the car, I passed them they're food and we ate it imediatley.

    My tears still haven't come.

    We got to the hospital but we had no time to see her. My brother called our Uncle and asked where they were now. He said the Chapel.

    We got to the hospital, went to the lobby, asked where the chapel was and went into it. I had to stand in the back and listen to a lady say something in Spanish, most likely a prayer.

    I soon relized that everyone in the room were familiar people, family. I can tell some had been crying. My sister had already began crying when we were walking to the chapel.

    My Grandpa went up to say some things. And that was when I finally felt the tears. I felt my lib quivering. And I snifled. I did my best not to show it. I stood and listen. Again realizing that I'd never see her again. My little cousins would not get a chance to grow up with her being there.

    Grandpa said something to my cousin Cassie. I felt bad for her because she was really close to grandma. So i stood there and listen even though what he said I half understood. Then he finished. Some people went out into the hallway. I greeted my family. And hugged my cousin. And cried with her. Then i got my sister to join our hug and we cried together.

    We talked very little and my cousin told me that Cassie almost fainted earlier. We talked a little more. My uncle told us she passed peacfully at 3:45 pm. We then left and went home to sleep because we had school the next day.

    I was glad I cried and I don't feel guilty for not crying.



    May 14,2009
    3:45 pm.
    Ester Flores passed away.
    A mother to seven. A wife. And a grandmother to 11. May she watch over her family. And may she rest in peace.

    Grandma I'll miss you so much.

    Your grandchild,
    ~~~~~Madeline
    (aka Olivia)