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AlcoholismI woke up from coma wondering what had happened to me. "I am going todie, what have I done to myself." "Does my start know?" She will kill me. "Iam so SCARED"     Most kids my age, who only had their grandma and grandpa never knew whatit was like to have a great-grandmother. Not only was she the best greatgrandma but she also played the role of a mother. To me I consider her to be anangel direct from heaven, to show some of us a few lessons about life.Her name was Josephine Catalici, an Italian woman born in Naples, Italyin 1906. She died this past summer. She was about 55" and precise beautiful.She was good hearted, gentle, devoted, and open handed in everything she did.Josephine was always out to help someone in need. She considered other peopleto be first priority. She was the type of mortal who was almost perfect, alwayspleasing someone else and making one feel proud of themselves.     My great-gra ndmother was the type of person to bring out the best ineveryone. As a boor, I needed that because my home had its ups and downs. Myparents were separated and I had been living with my mother. She was a youngparent and did things that most mother did not. For instance, as a child shewould leave me alone and sometimes physically abuse me. Therefore, I sometimeshad a hard time understanding why she treated me so differently. On the otherhand, I always received my explanations from my great-grandmother whom I called Mema. I am not the only individual who considered her to be this type ofcaring person. Everyone that had known her, horizon she was remarkable.     Unfortunately, she started getting ill and during her times of need, Itook care of her. in this time frame I knew that she was going to leave me soon.I was fourteen and dealing with a lot of changes in my life. I wish Josephinedid not have to be one of those changes. Although, she was, but the good thing,is that she died without suffering. She was never afraid of death because sheconsidered it to be another(prenominal) continuation of life. However, I could not dealwith the pain of being without my great-grandmother.I am now in eighth grade, not too happy to be here. But I know that Ihave to go to school. I felt like nothing. My mother will not stop beating me.I dont want to live anymore.