Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Jul 29, 2003 16:34:16 GMT -5
The Beginning[/u]: I was born in a small town by the name of Moose Lake. Moose Lake is located just 30 minutes south of Duluth, Minn. I lived north of Moose Lake in a even smaller town (about 100 people) called Kettle River. Kettle River is kind of famous if you would believe it. Have you ever heard of the old Ma and Pa Kettle Movies? If you have that is where they originated from, so I have been told. I was born on June 28th 1980, early in the morning around 5:00 am. I arrived in this world around two weeks too early but that was at no suprise. For the most part of my pre-terrible two years I spent living with my parents in my grandparents hotel. This is where I started to develope a great bond with my grandmother. When ever I would cry endlessly for my mom or my dad there was only one person who could rock me to sleep....You guessed it my grandmother.... After we moved into our own place just down the road my mom would always send me to my grandparent's place with a can of soup in one hand and a diaper in the other. Rain, Sunshine, or snow I would walk that same path to my grandparent's house...those were the days that I will never forget.
The Big Change:[/u] I am not really sure when this happened but it was a changing point in my relationship with my grandparents, and my grandmother expecially. We moved from Kettle River to Cameron, Wisc. which was a drive of an hour and a half plus..... I missed my grandparents more than anything in the world....All I could think about and wait for was the summers. The summers I spent mainly with them in Minnesota. It was the best time of the whole year....Don't get me wrong I had a lot of fun with my mom, dad, brother Grant, and Sister Trina but there wasn't this connection with them like I had with my grandma that made it more exciting. The fondest memory that I can still remember, cause the memory does tend to fade with time, is when my grandmother and I were planting clovers in a concrete surrounded patch of lawn. We planted the seeds one by one and we ran out of space to put them so I shoved the rest of the seeds of the porch not knowing they would grow. Weeks later I had my own little patch of clovers...Out of no where life showed its little head...Its remarkable what mother nature can do within a few weeks....
The Sorrow...And the Lose:[/u] Many years passed and many people passed on my family was shrinking as all families do as people grow older. I wasn't really good at school...my grades were starting to slip and my mind set was on graduation the next year... I worked that night, my moms 41st birthday, late if I remember corerectly not arriving at my grandparents house till after 10 o'clock. At my arrival they were asleep but I couldn't wait to show them what I had made for them at school so I woke them up....I showed them the picture I had done in art class and told them about my day at school....It was looking like another ordinary night....Until I noticed there was a light on out in the kitchen...It was now past 11 o'clock pm and they are never up at this time...I went to see waht was wrong and there was my grandmother choking not able to breathe, suffering from an apparent heart attack.....It was confusing not knowing what to do I was in a state of panic. I rushed to the phone dialled 911 and told them my grandmother is having a heart attack...They said you granfather already called.....They are on their way...I ran back into the room not knowing what to do...I tried to calm here down telling her that she will be ok.. hoping that I was telling the truth....The paramedics arrived a short time later.....while I was on the phone with my family telling them what is going on and telling them to come cause it looks bad.... I helped the paramedics load my grandmother into the ambulance and reassured her she was going to be ok cause I was there for her....I drove my grandfather to the hospital then left to gett my mom casue I couldn't reach her. I arrived at her house and say my brother crying on the couch I knew now that he was told what was wrong....I ran over to the neighbors house and told my mom grandmas in the hospital and not doing good......An hour passed...Family to arrive in hours......... They sent her by helicopter to Eau Claire a bigger hospital and a better chance of survival....Hours passed......Family arrived....The visits were few and far between... Grandma had a stroke to the brain...and a heart attack....chances of living Slim....When i finally made into her room she didnt know who we were. She didn't remember me, that hurt but it wasn't her fault.....Three days and a few strokes later Grandma passed at 10 am. I didn't really hit me until we made it into the hospitals chapel....I started crying more so than ever before...Me the one who had a special connection with her...the closest grandchild finally giving in to the pain and the anguish that coems with the passing of a loved one........
The Big Change:[/u] I am not really sure when this happened but it was a changing point in my relationship with my grandparents, and my grandmother expecially. We moved from Kettle River to Cameron, Wisc. which was a drive of an hour and a half plus..... I missed my grandparents more than anything in the world....All I could think about and wait for was the summers. The summers I spent mainly with them in Minnesota. It was the best time of the whole year....Don't get me wrong I had a lot of fun with my mom, dad, brother Grant, and Sister Trina but there wasn't this connection with them like I had with my grandma that made it more exciting. The fondest memory that I can still remember, cause the memory does tend to fade with time, is when my grandmother and I were planting clovers in a concrete surrounded patch of lawn. We planted the seeds one by one and we ran out of space to put them so I shoved the rest of the seeds of the porch not knowing they would grow. Weeks later I had my own little patch of clovers...Out of no where life showed its little head...Its remarkable what mother nature can do within a few weeks....
The Sorrow...And the Lose:[/u] Many years passed and many people passed on my family was shrinking as all families do as people grow older. I wasn't really good at school...my grades were starting to slip and my mind set was on graduation the next year... I worked that night, my moms 41st birthday, late if I remember corerectly not arriving at my grandparents house till after 10 o'clock. At my arrival they were asleep but I couldn't wait to show them what I had made for them at school so I woke them up....I showed them the picture I had done in art class and told them about my day at school....It was looking like another ordinary night....Until I noticed there was a light on out in the kitchen...It was now past 11 o'clock pm and they are never up at this time...I went to see waht was wrong and there was my grandmother choking not able to breathe, suffering from an apparent heart attack.....It was confusing not knowing what to do I was in a state of panic. I rushed to the phone dialled 911 and told them my grandmother is having a heart attack...They said you granfather already called.....They are on their way...I ran back into the room not knowing what to do...I tried to calm here down telling her that she will be ok.. hoping that I was telling the truth....The paramedics arrived a short time later.....while I was on the phone with my family telling them what is going on and telling them to come cause it looks bad.... I helped the paramedics load my grandmother into the ambulance and reassured her she was going to be ok cause I was there for her....I drove my grandfather to the hospital then left to gett my mom casue I couldn't reach her. I arrived at her house and say my brother crying on the couch I knew now that he was told what was wrong....I ran over to the neighbors house and told my mom grandmas in the hospital and not doing good......An hour passed...Family to arrive in hours......... They sent her by helicopter to Eau Claire a bigger hospital and a better chance of survival....Hours passed......Family arrived....The visits were few and far between... Grandma had a stroke to the brain...and a heart attack....chances of living Slim....When i finally made into her room she didnt know who we were. She didn't remember me, that hurt but it wasn't her fault.....Three days and a few strokes later Grandma passed at 10 am. I didn't really hit me until we made it into the hospitals chapel....I started crying more so than ever before...Me the one who had a special connection with her...the closest grandchild finally giving in to the pain and the anguish that coems with the passing of a loved one........
