My name is Della Laurencin.I was born in 1987, now I'm 22 years old .I live on Flat bush, and I'm a loving person if you get to know me.I've lost alot of people in my family that was close to me. Lets start with my uncle .He was the best uncle someone could ever had,me and my brother use to always make a race to go wash the dishes.When we were done he would pay us and we could of made anything we wanted to eat.He use to always give us money to go to Coney Island to spend on the fun rides, games and food. One day his car had a problem and so he went under to see what was wrong and a piece of rusty iron went into his arm. My grandmother which is his mother told him to go to the hospital. My uncle was a Rastafarian who don't believe in hospitals. One week later he got lock jaw which you get from Tetanus, plus its deadly and it caused his death. I was sad because he was my favorite uncle. It took me a while to get over his passing. Another person who I lost was my grandmother three months ago. And she was my favorite, especially because she spoiled me and I was her last grand daughter.Everything she had she use to give it to me. Plus I grow up with her. She was my father's mother, I couldn't believe she had passed away. It never occurred to me that she would pass so soon, because she lived for so long. I live two houses away from her and I use to go to her house every day, I even use to spend the nights to. And every time I use to go to the store for her, I always use to get the change for myself. My grandmother was like a mother to me, and she would always cook up some good macaroni pie, the best I must say .She died from a heart attack. Last but not least, my grandfather.I lost him two years ago. He died from diabetes. A week before that he had gotten a surgery done the Thursday and he died the Saturday. Now it got me thinking that the doctors may had done something wrong. I'm trying to deal with it but it bothers me sometimes. And he was the only grandfather i knew, because the other one died when my father was three years old. So I never got a chance to meet him or go to his house to chill with him so he could give me candy as a child. And it really hurts me too. Back to the first grandfather.One day he was sick at the hospital and I sent him a get well soon card. So every time my mother would call he would be like is this Della or where is Della. Plus he use to always talk about me so much. And every time he use to come see us, he would always give us money and i use to get the most, and my brothers use to get mad . All I gotta say is, I miss them and I wish they were still there with me.I feel bad but not to bad, because I know that God was ready for them. So I'm taking it one day at a time. Life sucks without them. And I know we're gonna meet up some day again . Plus he got a better place for them and I'm still cooping with their deaths.