Personal Narrative: My Grandmother Influenced My Life

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I remember waking up to my Dad crying out and repeating the same line, “Mom! No, Mom! Wake up!” and before I even had the chance to open my eyes I knew the one thing I dreaded the most happened, on March 11, 2011, my grandmother passed away. The tears were running down my face and I couldn’t get them to stop. It was a Friday the day she died and every Friday hasn’t been the same since. Friday is a day for me to reminisce on the memories my grandmother and I shared. My grandmother was like a second mother to me, when I felt extremely sad, immensely mad, or exceedingly happy I always went to my grandmother because I knew she would always be there. Now that my grandmother has passed away, I feel like there 's no one else that I can go to like …show more content…
I was in the hospital so much I started to know the name of every patient and doctor I passed by. At the age of ten, I knew how to navigate around the Toronto General Hospital with my eyes closed. My grandmother was a fighter and she fought until she couldn’t anymore. “There’s no easy way out, there’s no shortcut home.” these are words she always said and till this day, those are the words I live by. My grandmother influenced me to always try my best and never give up. I made a promise to myself to never give up on anything I believe in or want. When it comes to playing a sport or doing homework I made a promise to myself to always complete the activity to the best of my ability. My grandmother went through multiple treatments and had three surgeries in two years, but nothing worked. I remember the doctors explaining to us that she didn’t have much time left and it was my grandmother’s wish to return home and live with us for her remaining …show more content…
The cribbage board holds a great love and value of mine. The year after my grandmother died every time I passed the games closet the memory of her funeral always replayed in my head. Recently, all I see are the good times with my grandmother and I believe that one day I will be able to play cribbage again with a smile on my face. That date brings up so many memories of my grandmother that I will never want to forget. Losing loved ones can be difficult and although it hurts, I no longer see it as a way to dwell on the negative thoughts and emotions. I look at it as a learning experience. I see death as a way to grow as a person, test your ways of being strong, and knowing that you can overcome anything. Being at ease with the death of a loved one does not mean they are forgotten, not loved, or will never be brought up again. To me, it means that when someone brings up their grandmother I no longer feel the need to cry anymore. On the day of my grandmother’s funeral, my cousin was born and I believe that it was a sign that when one door closes, another one

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