Ten Years Time

Ten years ago today, it was a Tuesday, and my grandmother died of an brain aneurysm. I remember walking down the stairs to find my mother sobbing, and I instantly knew what was wrong. She had been in the hospital the night before, but at six years old being naive I knew not what an aneurysm was. It shook me. And ten years later the scariest part, is the thought of one day forgetting. Rest in Peace Nan.