A Narrative Essay About My Grandmother

Remember Memories. Memories are the good and bad moments we remember about people, places, or events. My granny, Margie Sheridan, was a wonderful woman. She was a loving mother and grandmother who always went to church and helped anyone. My mother gave birth to me at a young age and I remember my granny always being there for her and me. As a young child, I practically grew up at “Granny’s House.” She was such a big deal in my life and my life would not be what it is now without her. Throughout my childhood, I grew up at my granny’s. She lived out in the country with a huge, green, and hilly field in her backyard. I can remember all the memories we made together sitting outside in the yard just watching the wind blow the tall grass around; it was peaceful. We used to cook together, and went to church together every Sunday, and played on my swing set together when I was a little girl. Granny was a woman who loved and was always there for her family; I can remember asking her to do something for or with me, and she immediately quit her chores and gave all her attention to me. Growing up at granny’s house as a …show more content…
Anytime one of the grandkids or great grandkids became ill, she came to our side to care and nurture us through our sickness. That is why we were surprised when she started falling and getting hurt, and not able to swallow hardly, we knew something was wrong. Her two daughters brought her to the hospital; the doctor diagnosed her with Progressive Supranuclear Palsy. This is a rare type of brain disorder that causes serious and progressive problems with control of gait and balance. Her daughters registered her at a nursing home here in Franklinton. Trust me when I say granny felt unhappy to be in a nursing home; she always told us that is not what she wanted, but it was in her best interest. She stayed there for a couple of months and I went to visit with her whenever I could. Eventually, her condition