Strange things that I can't explain

Jan 16th 2015

This day was the day that my grandmother passed away. Although it was a very depressing day, the more and more i look back at it, the more and more, i realize something that may be a bit more... spiritual and warm.

Let me give you some background information to start you off. I am not a religious person, I was baptized as a catholic, but i never studied or practiced my religion. Let me tell you ANOTHER thing, my family is not very close. There are 6 people i consider my family, and this is including my mom,dad,brother,sister, and a new edition my niece. My extended family doesn't want any part of me. My mother's side because i am part white from my Dad, and because They hate my father, newsflash, i'm his daughter. Vise Versa with my Dad's side, they hate me because im my mothers kid and because i'm hispanic. 

Now you know that, time to go into my thoughts. The day my grandma passed, I was taken out of school, unaware of the worse. My grandmother meant a lot to me, you see, she loved me and my small family for who we were. I spent my childhood, waking up early on Saturdays, not to watch cartoons, but getting dressed for bowling with her and my family for damn near the entire day, which i loved. Not once did she forget my birthday, my age, or even my favorite color.

The day she left us, was tragic and tiring. me and my parents have stayed the entire time that is until about 11 at night. She only talked to us, she only talked to my dad, but as soon as my dad's extended side of the family showed up she didn't say a word. well anyways, while we were there my grandma never showed us her last breaths, I personally believe it has to do with us not suffering. You see my extended family did my grandma wrong as well, they took her money, they mistreated her, talked badly about her. But, we never did. 

I was very sleepy, i was 12 at the time, going to be 13 in Februray, and I finallhy told my dad that i was tired with tears in my eyes. He told my Tia (aunt) to give us a call as soon as somehing happens. Check this out, the song "Thinking Out Loud" played about 15 damn times on the radio on the way home from the hospital and i found it as weird, the song was already died down as it wasn't as popular when it first came out. So we got home I changed into my pajamas and headed off to bed, maybe about 5 mins after closing my eyes my dad barges in telling me "It's Time"

I hopped out of bed, and we ran out into the car and onto the freeway, The song 
"Thinking out Loud" played about another 10 times, and i kept crying, My grandpa had already been passed and although it is a love song i found as it symbolized My grandmother embracing us with him finally in heaven. 

As soon as i got there, I passed my mom and dad and ran to the hospital room, I stopped dead in my tracks to see her lifeless body. Every last one of my extended family was crying, I studied them for a second and then I turned my face and cried silently. It was by far the most painful thing that happened to me. But now that i think of it almost 3 years later ( i will be 15 in februrary) it seems she made them see her last breaths and not us. Almost like it was on purpose. And a lot of people may see it as well shes old, she was going to die eventually, Yes i get that. But the more i match her actions with her personality it seems to fit well. You see my Grandma was very stubborn. 

She was very stubborn, and no matter what she would get what she wanted, someway, somehow. I like to believe she didn't want me to see that, because although I didn't tell her anything of how i felt, my actions showed more than words could've ever said. Now I realize that's one thing we have in common...

Martha Corriere, known as Marty, was a very special person to me, and my family and I were very dear to her. I thank her over and over again, with me not practicing my religion I was born into, losing her guided me towards it. She is my reason for believing in a higher being, and myself. 

Thank you for your time,

Claude