Personal Narrative: Nannie's Home

My grandma’s house was always a place filled of mirth, jollity, and most importantly unconditional love. I remember racing up those steep, wooden stairs to the plain bungalow that awaited up top, thrilled to greet the multitude of family inside who were just as enthusiastic to do the same. My grandma, or what we preferred to call her, Nannie, always stitched our family closer and closer together as the years went by. Many would think that having twelve children who then grew up to have youngsters of their own would cause such a sizable family to end up dispersing and going off to do their own things, but Nannie would never let that be. According to my many aunts and uncles, Nannie’s one wish was, “for this family to be united as one.” As a wee little girly (I was nine at the time), I never expected that these happy remembrances of my family gatherings together at Nannie’s house would take such a sharp turn in a different direction.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to etch away a certain get-together at Nannie’s house that forever changed our lives. I remember packing for the car ride to North Augusta, South Carolina on an early …show more content…
My siblings amd I aswell as my other cousins all bundled up together in fluffy conforters in their wide den on the floor. The memory still remains fresh in my mind of my aunt walking into the house with her husband late that night as we were falling asleep. She stood in the foyer with a demeanor so solemn that there was no doubt she’d be the bearer of bad news. “Y’all,” she started slowly, bracing herself for her next words. “Nannie died.” As quickly as those words left her mouth, she began to weep harder than I’ve ever known anyone to ever do so. Of course we all bawled our eyes out at the hapless news. In that dark hour, we all sat in the still night in the den mourning the loss of our