It seemed like it was going to be a good day on Monday, 3/14/11. But when I went to my dorm room for lunch, everything kind of went down the drain.
Glancing at my phone, I saw I had a voice mail from my dad. Checking said message, a frown creased onto my face.
“Hey, Aria, it’s Dad, just, call me later today, okay?”
He sounded worried and maybe even a bit sad on the phone. Briefly I thought I might be in trouble, but I laughed to myself, what could I have done?
But after calling my dad, I wished I had been in trouble.
The phone rang five times before I hear my dad pick up on the other line.
“Hey Dad, what’s up? Are you okay?”
“No, no, I’m fine, Aria.”
“Aria, your… Great-grandma DeeDee died last night.
“I’m so sorry, Aria, she just, she stopped eating and they took her to the hospital to replenish her fluids and she just, she just died. I’m here for you whenever you need me, you know that, right?”
“Yeah Daddy, yeah I know.”
“Call me later, honey.”
“Okay Daddy, I will.”
The rest of the day was kind of ruined. I spent the majority of it crying in my room, and the minority coming to terms with it.
I finally reasoned that, hey, Great-Grandma DeeDee was 104-years-old, and she far surpassed her life’s expectations.