Of Ladybugs And Mittens, By Brian37

[Brian37]

In fact, my last trip to my adoptive grandmothers house, in Traverse City MI, I think I was 6 years old, or so, and my adoptive mother and Father with my late grandmother were in a car, and we dropped her off at her house, and went out to do other things. I can remember my late biological father reacting to my grandmother, reacting to pain, but her telling my late father she was ok. We dropped her off, went off to do whatever. When we came back, I was the first into the house, and I discovered my late grandmother dead. I didn't know what it meant at the time, I all I could remember is her not moving, then running to my parents to tell them she wasn't moving. My parents told me to stay outside and guide rescue to the house, which I did. Even back then, I didn't know what death was.