Adam

Lisa Ribeiro

10/08/07

I was on my way home from school when all of a sudden I get this shocking phone call. This story has to do with me becoming a Eucharistic Minister for Cardinal Mooney High school. When I heard the announcements over the speakers I thought to myself this is something I really want to do. I have many reasons but there is one important reason that sticks out to me. That would be when my grandma died. It was August 31st, I will never forget it. I was on the way home coming from practice, when I got this phone call from my grandpa, my dad told me to answer it because him and my dad had gotten into a fight earlier that day. I answered the phone and it was my grandpa crying on the phone, I was so shocked because I have never seen or heard my grandpa cry he mumbled out your grandma just died and I looked at my dad and started to cry, mostly because I knew that I had to tell my dad that his mom just died. So I told him and he was so upset, so we get to my grandpa's house and in the driveway was a police car, we walk inside and my mom was crying and my grandpa was crying, I look at my dad and he just started bawling, that's when I just let everything go. It was so hard to see my dad cry because I had never ever seen him cry. Later that night I found out that she had died from a heart attack. We all knew it was coming because she was suffering from a stroke for a good three years and it killed us to see that she couldn't walk without someone by her side.

This is what I was thinking about when I heard that seniors could have a chance to be a Eucharistic Minister. My sister's god father always brought the Host to my grandma because she couldn't go to church. I always wanted to be that person, my grandma was always one who encouraged me to do all of the things I'm in now. Out of all my brother and sisters I was the closest to my grandma I always took care of her, and I was just always there for her. So I knew that being a Eucharistic minister could really be an honor in my life that I could remember for the rest of my life. I didn't write this story about my grandma so people could feel sorry for me, I wrote it because I think it could be something that someone else would want to write but they just couldn't. This is something that I will carry on for the rest of my life, when I go to college I will even