We drove down the night before to visit her and then got the call the next morning. I stood with the BG, his grandmother and his brother as his mom died. I felt it was my role to support them, so I that’s what I tried to do.
The funeral was Monday and I cried because of my sadness for the BG and his family. The entire week we stayed in Macon where we began to clean out her house.
I do not know how I will feel or act when I tell one of my parents a last goodbye.
This is what I think about now.
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