Yudi Rodriguez's grandmother died a short time
before Yudi and her mother had a chance to see her.
By Yudi Rodriguez
On Monday December 2nd we received a phone call
early in the morning from my family in the Dominican Republic. I was still in
bed when I heard my mom crying. I had no idea why my mom was crying. She gave
me the phone. It was my uncle Amador. He told me that my grandmother was ill and
she was taken to the hospital.
My sister and I started crying hoping that she would
get better. That morning my mom and I headed up to my school to ask permission
so I could leave the country for a few days and not lose my credits. After that
we started calling airlines so we could get a ticket as soon as possible. We got
one that would depart at 7:00 a. m. the next day to arrive in the Dominican Republic
at 2:00 p. m.
Then we began calling Santo Domingo to see how my
grandmother was doing. We were encouraged when my family said that when she got
better they would let us talk to her.
The next day we got on our plane and left for Santo
Domingo. Through the whole trip my mom and I were making so many plans about how
to help my grandmother. We talked about how she would react when we arrived at
our house and what she might say about coming to the U. S. A. We thought she would
be surprised about me since she had not seem for a year and six months. We were
full of dreams that we wanted to make true. Although we were joking together,
our hearts and minds were with my grandmother. Finally the pilot announced that
we were about to arrive in the Dominican Republic.
After we picked up our luggage we met our neighbor
who was waiting for us to take us home. He told us that my grandmother was better
and that was released from the hospital. My mom and I felt so happy that I asked
my mom to stop so we could buy something to eat because we had more than one day
without eating. My mom didn’t want to because she wanted to go home and
see her mother. But the gentlemen who picked us up at the airport was insisting
for us to get something to eat. After we ate we headed up to the house. My heart
was beating like it was going to burst.
When we got home, I just remember that there were
a lot of people in my house, in the patio, the street, maybe a hundred people
or more. At that moment we realized that my grandmother was dead. I don’t
remember who took us out of the car. I just remember that I was crying and my
mom, too. Then the people that were there took us to the porch and my body was
After a couple hours, when my mom and I were a little
calmer, our family started telling us how things happened with my grandmother.
My cousin Josefina, who was taking care of my grandmother, told us that the doctors
said that my grandmother was better and that they were going to release her after
they made a few check-ups on her. But around 2:00 a. m. she had two heart attacks
in sequence and the second one killed her.
It seemed like that day a strong hurricane destroyed
all the dreams that my family and I had for my grandmother. Sometimes I feel like
this never happened. Although it was a year and six months without seeing my grandmother,
we talked by the phone and always we were always joking with each other and making
plans for the future. When I think of her I think she is back home waiting for
us to go up there and remember all the good and bad things that we went through
since I was a little girl. Losing my grandmother was like losing a part of myself.
She was for me as my mother because she raised me since I was a little girl.