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I have always loved going to sleep. That way I could dream about ponies and other little girl stuff. Well, that was until I turned eight. Then the good dreams turned into nightmares. I've had the same one since June 29, 1999.

On June 28, 1999 the day started like any other warm sunny summer day. My mom, Jenifer, my brother Kirt and I went to my grandmas. My best friend was there. Well my mom, brother, and my best friend, who was my great-grandmother, went to Tastee-Freeze. After we left there we went to one of Granny's old friends houses. Then we went back to her house.

We sat outside for a long time, just talking. Granny told us stories of our childhood and of hers. We played games and watched the clouds float by, not really doing anything we didn't normally do, just enjoying our time together.

My mom had let me stay with Granny until Grandma and Granddaddy got home. Granny and I decided to go for a walk and looked at the flowers and the trees. Well at about 5:00 that evening I had went home and me any my brother were playing. We went to bed at 9:00. Well about 1:00, the morning of June 29, 1999 the phone rang. Mom ran in and woke me any my brother up and got us dressed. We got in the truck and went to grandma's.

None of us could believe what was going on. She was perfectly fine that whole day. Right there in front of all of us Granny was dying and we couldn't stop it. I stood there and talked to her, told her I loved her and she was my best friend in this whole world. I handed her Pooh Bear, he always helped her. This time it wasn't working.

I stood there helplessly, watching her gasp for breath. Wanting to help her but I couldn't. Begging Mommy to do something, to not let her go, to make her stay. We sat there crying, Mom holding one hand, me the other.

When the ambulance finally got there, she was gone. I told the people in the rescue squad that she had died. They called the people from Ryans Funeral Home. They came and took her away. I watched broekn hearted as my best friend and my whole life being carried away in a body bag to be put in a coffin to be buried in the cold ground. Never again to feel her touch or hear her call me "Nut".

Now I can't stand to go to sleep because every night I live that dreadful night. I wish every day I won't go to sleep so I don't have to watch her die all over again.

Dedicated to my Great Grandmother, because she used to read to me all the time, and this is my very first story,
Zula C Breeden
August 29, 1912-June 29, 1999
I love you Granny

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