Five More Minutes

    If I had five more minutes with someone it would have been my great grandmother. The day she died I was heading back from VBS at the church I attend. I was riding back with my dad because he came there as soon as he got off of work. My mom was driving her car back home with my brothers riding with her. She died in 2016.
 

    My mom called on the way back home telling what happened. As soon as I got home I ran to my room and cried the rest of the night. If I had five more minutes with her I would ask how was it having seven children. She had five girls and two boys. One of the girls is my grandmother. I would also ask about World War II because she was alive when that happened. She was also in the Great Depression.

 
    I would love to listen to stories she had about when she was growing up but never got to hear them. I would have told her how much I loved her and tell her stories about me. I miss going to her house on Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. I had fun with family there for many years.