With my eyes closed, my hands shaky and my face wet from tears, I started dreaming. The memories playing in my head like a favourite old movie, the sound of her voice calming me like the song I’ll never forget the lyrics to; I remembered her. I opened my eyes, the car had stopped, and I hesitantly got out. The distance from home to the cemetery felt like forever, and I didn’t want it to end. My steps were slow and controlled, leading up to her grave. There I placed a red rose that symbolized the love I’ll always have for her. My grandmother’s funeral is a moment I’ll never forget, because of how my life was going to be changed.
My life prior to her passing was a compilation of anxiousness, eagerness and a lack of insight. I never stopped and smelled the roses, per se. All I wanted to do was grow up and move on to the next stage of my …show more content…
It has been a struggle to learn to live without someone I valued so deeply. I am forever grateful that I ever got to know my grandmother, and her life lessons have stuck with me like a shadow to a body; they are always with me. Rather than just looking at roses, I now do stop to smell them. I paint canvases with bright colours and look at life in regards of all it's dimensions. I have learned to take all you can from life, whether you win or lose. I now see that life is what you make of it and you will be remembered for all the good things you did for others. She is still the light of my life and everything she taught me will always reflect that. I am not the same person I was one full year ago, and never will