Could've Waited a Lifetime For a Moment Like This

I feel the soft breeze on my face and smell the woods that surround us. These are things that I would normally enjoy any day but this one. I've known this day was coming for a while now, but that definitely doesn't make it any easier to bear. I stare blankly at the trees while I sip my Mountain Dew and try to concentrate on the slight burning sensation of it sliding down my throat. I'm working to concentrate on anything except the hushed cries and agonized whispers coming from inside the house. My cousin and I were both silent as we sat side by side on the swings. I couldn't make myself break the somber silence between us. We both know what is happening in the house. To me, time seems to stand still, though I know that life is still going on by the chatter of the birds in the trees and the gentle swaying of the flowers in the garden. I try to imagine life without Grandma Frankie, though I come up blank because she has always played such a vital part in my life. The world is losing one of its few, truly great people today. The bright sun shining down through the treetops and the smooth, cool feeling of the plastic that covers the chains of the swings isn't enough of  a distraction to keep me from noticining when somebody walks out of the house. It is my grandpa coming toward us, unshed tears in his eyes, to tell us that my great-grandmother, my best friend, is no longer with us...