By Amanda Marie Kline
The day she left was the worst day of my life. I was working at the Stateline Casino in Wendover, Nevada at that time. I was delivering drinks and one of the security guards came and stopped me and told me to call my family right away.
As I went to the bar to use the phone, Jimmy the bartender at the time told me that I had a phone call. I answered and it was my sister Rebecca. She told me about Grandmother.
When she told me that my Grandmother, my best friend, wasn't going to make it to the next morning, I went crazy. I started to bawl my eyes out. I was selfish and I wasn't thinking about anybody else but me. "What was I going to do now that she was gone? I lost the only person in my life that really understood me and respected me.
I told my sister that I would be there as soon as possible. I was thinking that my life was over because my best friend was gone.
The day of my Grandmother's funeral I wanted to do something special, but I was too late. My family had already decided to do things without me. I wanted to tell people about hou she turned my life around.
She believed in me
She loved me for who I was
And for who I am now
And now she is gone
My Grandmother - My best friend
Life is too short, but love, respect and belief are forever and eternity. To my best friend, my mentor.
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