I had to deal with death for the first time when i was 6 years old. My childhood dog passed away. that was a very very hard time for me. I use to live upstate in Unidilla and she was a beautiful white german shepherd. her name was Cassey. Almost everything i did when i was little involved her. When we put her down i didn't full understand everything which made it even harder in me. till this day i remember it all. When we moved down to the city and when i was in 6th grade was the second time i had to deal with another major loss in my family that was when my grandmother passed away. i was very very close to her and i felt robbed of spending more time with her, because at that time we haven't seen her in while, and while me and my mother walked outside of our old apartment was when i got a call on my cell phone from my grandmothers neighbor josephine saying she had collapsed and paramedics have been trying to revive her for 7 mins already and they finally got a pulse. Once i heard it took 7 mins i knew that there was no turning back for her. i knew she had brain damage regardless if she was breathing on her own or not. Even know just writing it makes me wanna cry she was a very important person in my life and i wish she was still here.
When i was younger my parents always taught me that when we get old we all die, and if we are lucky enough and keep ourselves in good condition we will not get sick to the point were it can kill us.
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