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Actually kinda recently a year ago around January just returned to college for the new semester. I get a call that my grandmother(90 yrs old) collapsed and she was in the hospital. Of course my initial reaction is to go visit her but my parents refused cause it was a 7ish hour drive and that she will be fine. After a week her condition started getting better talked to her during my lunch break and at night. Then I finally got time to take a bus and go visit her. When I got there was happy cause the doctors said she should be fine got to talk to her and on Sunday left with my parents to go back to my hometown before that night I would go back to college. When we got back to my hometown we got the call that my grandmother had died. I was pretty devastated was not expecting this to ever happen. My whole life my grandmother lived a street over from my parents and I would go over almost everyday till she moved to live with my other relatives after my grandfather had died (that was pretty devastating as well he died when i was 12 on Christmas Eve) and would stay with us every summer. : (