Come to think about it, my days were very boring, weekdays at least where I'm spending eight hours of my day at school. My days went the same way pretty much I'd hardly ever get something to happen during school. The only surprising thing that would happen is my dad picking me up instead of my mom, which I figured was the case when I got three missed calls from my father, two of them which occurred while I was still in my last hour of the day. I called my dad back and once he picked up the phone I spoke before him so I wouldn't have to hear him complain about me not answering my phone. As I was trying to explain to him that I was about to walk outside to his car he cut me off- but strangely this time it wasn't in a angry way. His voice seemed soft, and delicate, the same type of delicacy you would use speaking to a young child, but yet his voice was firm and mature as if he was speaking to someone he was trying to impress. That is when I realized it. I realized I wasn't ready for the pain I was about to feel.

It was a Wednesday morning and the car ride to school was very awkward and quiet. It was 7 am and there isn't much of a conversation. Neither my mother, sister, or I were morning people. Wednesday's were known as my bad-luck days ever since I was a child and not-surprisingly it was raining and a very depressing was to start the morning. Once we finally got to school I rush out the car, late as usual so I need to get to class as soon as possible. Just before leaving the car I look at my mother who was sitting silently at the driver’s seat, staring at the rain that was pouring the windshield making whatever that was in front of her hard to see. I told her goodbye and told her to loosin' up a little. I started my way inside the school feeling stupid. Who was I? Who was I to tell my mother who has just recently found out her father that she hasn't seen in 8 long years was life threatening sick to "loosin up."

Struggling to go through the day, I was tired and wanted to go home. I was hungry and couldn't focus on anything at all. Usually once I get home the first question I ask my mother is what did she cook. The days my mom decided not to cook anything we considered those disappointing days because that probably means I'd have to settle for cereal or left-overs. I'm still grateful that I get to at least have food on the table, so they were considered my gratefully-disappointment days. I was already in my 5th hour there was about 5 minutes before the bell would ring and dismiss us to our last hour of the day. My 5th hour teacher, being fed up with me being glued to my phone during class, she confiscated it stating I could get it back after school. The bell rang for 5th hour to be dismissed. I left the classroom telling myself nothing could possibly go wrong and I could last another hour without my phone.
My 6th hour went faster than I thought it would. Time flew by and I was finally going home. I went to my 5th hour class to retrieve my phone. Looking at my notifications on the lock screen I saw 3 missed calls from my father. In my family, if a call goes missed, it is as if you've committed a crime. Looking at time that I missed the call, two of them occurred while I still would've been in 6th hour. Thinking lightly of the situation I called back ready to tell my dad that if he was the one picking me up from school that I'd be outside in just a few seconds. My dad stopped me before I could speak, he stuttered a bit with a very weak tone in his voice, which was unlikely of him. I instantly could sense something was wrong. That is when he finally brought himself to say it. He said it, and everything around me stopped. You never think something is gonna happen, until it happens, and it happened. My young healthy grandfather was dead.

Time was going by slowly. What would be 5 minutes seemed like 50. I didn't know how to react. This was the first time I've ever experienced loss. I've never had a family death or was alive to experience one, until now. The only thing that was going through my head was he's gone, he's really gone. It couldn't be true, I tried very hard to convince myself. As I was taught, every loss is a gain. For example, if you lose a soccer game, yes it's a loss but you gained that extra practice and learned probably some new skills. This loss however, didn't feel like a gain at all. This loss was truly a loss.