Par-tay

Jun 01, 2004 21:43

Not many people can say that they know their great grandmother. My great grandma was only 79 and was an inspiration to most of the family. She was healthy smart, and funny. I wasn’t extremely close with her, but I was able to see her every summer. When I found out she died I wasn’t crushed, and nothing really stirred inside me. That was until I found out the manner in which she died.

Apparently there was a lot of heavy rain in Haiti. The rain turned into flooding soon enough and was beginning to take lives. Unfortunately my great grandmother and 6 other people where inside trying escape the rain, when the flood picked up and took her house.

They can’t find the bodies of any one that was in the house. Every one thinks that their bodies might be some where in Santo Domingo. When they do find her body I’m supposed to go to Haiti with my mother to claim the body, or something like that.

In the mean time my mother is going to New York for a get together in honor of my great grandma. Since the prices of airline tickets cost more than crack, she is going by herself. I’m sure everyone knows what that means. If not, refer to the title.
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