A day I’ll never forget At the young age of 51, my best friend Mary A. Tolbert, my grandmother was taken away from me by a sudden “massive heart attack.” Living in Sacramento I had just left my grandmother’s house. Earlier that Monday evening in September my grandmother had just finished babysitting me at the age of ten. I gave my grandmother a big wet kiss on the cheek while she was lying on …showed first 75 words of 665 total…

…showed last 75 words of 665 total…am moaning, rocking myself, and drowning in my own tears. My mother was trying to console me. While the coroner was making his way up the stairs with his gurney and a black body bag, waiting to take her to the morgue until she was picked up by the funeral home. To this day that memory is still fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday, it is a day I’ll never forget.