The expected, the unexpected. My sad experience

My Life has always been weaved together by colorful experiences. However, there are always those bland ones that just don't fit with the rest of this "life blanket." One of these experiences, however, changed my life forever. And no matter how hard i try to take it out of my blanket, out of my memory, i can't.

When I was in 7th grade, my grandmother fell into a sudden coma. It was unexpected, and it was unclear as to why she fell into that coma. The doctors could not figure it out. However, for some odd reason, I was not as sad as I should have been. I still smiled instead, when I should have been crying. I guess its because I still had a little hope inside of me. The hope that she will soon awake from this state of near-death. . This hope consumed all the other emotions inside me, and allowed me to diminish all the other feelings I had.

Then one day, my dad got a call from the hospital. The doctors called to inform us that our grandmother has passed away. At that moment, time froze. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel. My powerful hope slowly deteriorated and my other emotions were finally able to come out. I was sad. I was very sad actually. So sad in fact that I didn't talk for a week. Its obvious that my grandmother was important to me. Although that is a reason for my sadness, the other part came from my lost of hope. I hoped greatly that my grandmother would get better, but my hope was not answered. I could say this is my saddest experience. It washed away the kindling fire of hope inside of me. It gave me the unexpected when I needed the expected. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe I was thinking the unexpected, and life just gave me the expected.