My Grandma Analysis

I can still remember the naiveté, and resplendence of my youth. In my memories, colours are vibrant, sounds are sharp, and smells are unmistakable. In particular, I recall the striking green hue of the grass and leaves on my grandparents’ farm, and the smell of dirt and flowers entwined in the sweet summer air. My childhood memories of the farm focus on the joys of crafts and gardening, but most of all, the warmth of family. I reminisce about days replete with the warmth of my grandma’s love, and the impression she had on my young life. She would teach me to crochet, and create simple jewellery on the old oak dining table, with the cheery August sun streaming through the open windows. Unfortunately, I also remember the day my grandma passed away; it was a day that shaped my life with anxiety, faith, and wisdom.
I was only six years old when I lost the person most special to me. The day started out ordinary, as these days always do. Naturally, …show more content…
For one, I realize now that I am not the only person who has lost or will lose someone salient in his or her life. I avow that I am selfish when I feel miserable about myself, because I am not entirely unlike anyone else. Specifically, everybody loses someone important to him or her. Likewise, I’ve learned the importance of experiencing, and understanding, death at a young age for life cannot exist without death, and vice versa. Altogether though, now that I have aged, I am better able to discern the impact my grandma and her death had on my life. I struggle with mental illness, and I am au fait with my own mortality, but I have also matured as a person by surviving, and learning. The effect of my grandma’s passing is primarily negative, but there is light and positivity still. All in all, I have evolved emotionally and developed intellectually, but I am still overcoming the ramification of losing someone I