Descriptive Essay On Breakfast

Since as early as I seem to remember whenever my birthday came around My grandma always made sure she cooked me a big birthday breakfast. Whenever I went to her stayed with her she always cooked breakfast, it was just something different about this birthday breakfast she prepared for me. Every year she woke me up at 7 o’clock saying, “Breakfast is ready come and eat.” Whenever I got out of the bed and went into the kitchen I always had a stomach ache. I would lay over the chair as she rubbed me on the back trying to help soothe my pain. Whenever the food was done she would bring a big bowl of grits, sausage links, bacon, cheese toast, eggs, pancakes with thick syrup and on side a tall glass of chocolate milk. Whenever the aroma hit my nose …show more content…
Breakfast was my favorite meal to eat and no one made it better than my grandmother. For awhile every year it would just be me and my grandma at the table eating the birthday breakfast. We were very fond of each others company and I loved to spend time with her whenever I had the chance. A few years went by a couple more of my birthdays passed. I started to notice that some of the food grandma cooked was undercooked, overcooked, missing some ingredients and a few other things. Grandma could not move around as much as she had before. Her muscles were weak, she became very clumsy, and she seemed to lose her balance a lot. This made me get a little worried about her I did not know if she was just having a bad day or if something was seriously wrong. As more time went on I became more caught up in my social and school life. I was focusing on school, I found a job working at sports store, and I got a girlfriend. All these things were time consuming so I rarely had time to go visit …show more content…
A few hours later grandma passed away. No one told me because they knew that I would take the lost very hard and on top of that my birthday was just a few days away. I felt bad because I had not spent as much time that I should have with grandma. I did not want to attend Grandma’s funeral. I pleaded with my parents so I would not have to go but they made me. They told me that I should go because grandma’s funeral was to celebrate the great life that she lived. At the funeral I was sad until I went up to see Grandma, she looked so peaceful laying in the casket, it looked like she was taking a peaceful nap. This sight cheered me up and I knew grandma was fine. Every year since the death of my Grandmother every year on her birthday I make a big birthday breakfast for her and take it to her grave. Of course I eat the breakfast myself but I enjoy sitting having a conversating with her. It is not the same because I cannot cook as well as she could and I miss not being able to have a real conversation with her. Now she is gone I miss her more than ever and appreciate all the things she has done for me. Grandma is the reason that breakfast is my favorite food to