It’s a warm summer day and I am sitting in the back of my grandma Christine’s trailblazer with my cousin RyLee. We are going back to my grandma and papa’s house in Utica, Missouri. As my cousin and I arrive at the house, my grandma informs us that she has a surprise. The anxious six-year olds we were, we took off running inside the house to find the surprise that was waiting. My grandma walked to the back bedroom and as she came back into the living room, mine and Rylee’s eyes got huge as excitement overtook our body. My grandma stood holding two matching princess outfits, and, like always, they were matching. After changing, we modeled the dresses for our grandma; she was sitting there waiting with her disposable camera. *Click* Much like the camera, my grandma was here and gone in a flash. I eventually faced the struggle of my grandma being diagnosed with cancer, dealing with her being stronger than me, the cancer’s severity, facing her death, which all caused; my first heartbreak. It is eleven years later, I was sitting in the commons at Chillicothe High School with my friends on a February day discussing how our junior year was hard. Next thing I knew, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket; sneakingly, I pulled out my phone and saw I had a missed call and unread message from my Papa David. My papa never tried calling me in school, so I knew something was wrong. I opened the text to see what he said and the text read, “I took Grandma Christine to the emergency room.” My grandma was a stubborn old lady and had never been to the hospital before, so I panicked. I walked into the bathroom, dialed my dad's number and called him. He then informed me, my grandma, the person who had talked to me for hours about how proud of me she was, the person who I admired, the woman who had an insane amount of jewelry, had stage four glioblastoma cancer (brain cancer). My grandma may have been diagnosed with stage four brain cancer, but that didn’t stop her from loving her family and remaining happy. A month went by since I had found out the news about my grandma. I could feel my heart slowly tearing apart. I had to watch the woman who had been my role model all my life die slowly. As the chemotherapy treatments continued, my papa took her to radiation and my grandma remained happy. She never cried around me, she always talked about her love for her family and her prayers; she would pray to make the cancer better. The entire time she knew it wasn’t going to end well, but she always acted like everything was going to be okay. Even though my grandma was the one with the life threatening disease, she was stronger than my family, she prayed harder than I did, and she was the happiest. As the cancer worsened so did my grandma. Her brain was shutting down and she was barely mobile, she could not speak, and she had lost weight. With the end of my grandma's life nearing, I started going to Utica every day after school, as Spring started and the school year was ending. I thought as I drove to my grandparents house, “One year is as long as she needs to watch me graduate. .” When I got to the house, it was silent and my grandmas was not in her usual spot in the living room. My grandma was now on hospice and they had brought in a hospital bed. After realizing how bad the cancer had maximized, I wrote a letter and read it to her. After reading it, I heard her mumble, “I love you.” Since the cancer had taken over her ability to speak, those were the first words I had heard her speak in weeks. A month later I woke up to a phone call from my step-mother. I couldn’t hear anyone talking, but finally, there was a slow breath and I knew what was coming: “She’s gone Lilli.” At this moment, I could feel my first heartbreak, my best friend was taken from me. I did not know that her last words of, “I love you” would be the last thing I heard my grandma say. As pain pinged my heart, I felt lost and hopeless. I started to think about all the things I should have done with my grandma before she got sick, how I should have told her I loved her more often, and how I should not have taken my time with her for granted. As I let the feeling of heartbreak settle longer, the pain worsened as I realized my grandma was gone. As a kid, I didn’t expect how short my time with my grandma would be. That the warm summer day of her giving my cousin and me our matching princess outfits would be a memory I would remember vividly. Just like the *click* of a flash my grandma was here and gone. The memories I have with her will be in my heart when I think of her and the love she had for me. I will remember her want for jewelry. I will remember that she was my first heartbreak as I had to deal with her diagnosis, the strength she had and I didn’t, her cancer worsening, and her death.