The decadent smell of pancakes will wake us up on Sunday mornings and nobody can to this day make pancakes the way granny Ana did; crispy on the outside and buttery on the inside. It was akin to a criminal offense to leave the house without eating granny Ana’s breakfast. My grandma had passion for cooking, dancing, and gardening. Significantly, she took pride in her work, and she taught me to always strive to be better, do better, press harder. I’ve never known someone more determined and consistent than my grandmother. …show more content…
Like a peaceful rest right after cooking, dancing, or gardening too much. I never gave much thought to death before for the simple reason that I’ve never suffer the lost of someone I held dear before, yet when granny Ana died it seems I could think of nothing else.
Previous to my grandmothers demise she had develop Alzheimer and she could barely remember anyone of the family, however; she never once forgot to pray at night. Praying and having faith in God was a part of her so deeply ingrained that she could not forget about it. That is why when Amelia Burr writes; “As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God” is my favorite line of the poem. I carried her legacy with me always, her tenacity, the way she carried herself with such elegance, and her sheer determination to make ordinary moments into extraordinary