From my plea for help the other day, I received 3 questions… here is the first question and I hope it will provide a little more insight into my life here. I was going to try to answer them all tonight, but this one took me a long while to answer. Anyway… keep the questions coming… feel free to post any that you have in the comments – I will do my best to answer them.

Mich asked – “If you could go back in time and re-live one day of your life which one would it be and why?”

This was really hard for me… I thought about choosing a day that was happy or maybe one that I would have the choice of taking a different path in life than which I took. But instead I chose a day that I will never forget (and hope to never forget). It is the day my grandmother died. I was a freshman in college when her health took a turn for the worse – the cancer was back and had metastasized in other parts of her body. I remember seeing her at the Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday time before her death in January and remember thinking that she was doing really well. I don’t know if this was indeed the case, or if I was just thinking in the hope that I had that she would get better.

On the day that she died, my mom had called a friend of the family that worked at the school and had me taken out of my Political Science class. As the friend took me to my grandparent’s condo, I remembered thinking how surreal this all was. I know that we talked on the way – but for the life of me I don’t remember what about. The only thing I remember was going down Lincoln Ave between 16th & 24th Streets. And to this day, every time I travel that road – I think of that day.

I joined my parents, uncles, aunts, and some cousins that had gathered at the house sometime around 11 or 12 (I just remember it being close to lunch). I’m still not sure – and not sure I want to ask – why my dad & mom had me pulled from class that day. But I am ever so thankful for it. I was able to say goodbye to my grandmother and tell her I loved her one last time. I remember being at her bedside with my family when she took her last breath and went to be with God. The rest of the day was filled with tears (as I am again right now thinking about this), hugs and comfort among my family – but I honestly don’t remember much of it.

But if I could repeat a day again, as sad as this one was… I would do it again – so that I could give my grandmother one last hug and tell her I loved her again.