“Rummy”, she would yell, all of us laughed until our insides hurt. My mom looked at me with shock. “How can a she beat us at Rummy?”, mom would say over the sound of laughter. I always looked forward to the nights spent at Grannys. She was a firecracker that loved cards. Oh, if you went to Wendover without her you were in for an ear full. You'd never guess by looking at her that she loved to gamble. Looks are deceitful though, her snow white hair and fragile skin did not accurately depict her personality. It was her hearty laugh that rang throughout the house, her sprightly personality, and her young spirit, that was her. Being raised 1920’s and living through the great depression along with World War 2 made her have so much appreciation for
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Our car usually full of excitement to be going there, was dead silent with tears. My mind wandered to the time when Granny broke her arm. My mom and I went down to take care of her. I could tell she was in pain but she put on a brave courageous face anyway, that was Granny. So I would try to be courageous too. We pull into the funeral home, all I see is black. Black clothes, black souls, and broken spirits. I didn't to see my Granny without her warm smile and big laugh. In that moment I knew what a true heart break felt like. As tears dripped down our face, my brother only three not understanding what was happening kissed Granny and told her goodbye as she lied there. I’d never seen him cry like this before even he at a young age he felt the true sadness in the air. We moved to the burial site, our family had gotten purple balloons to release for Granny as a final parting gift. For a while I was not going to let mine go, I didn't want to let go of my Granny. As I saw a purple sky I realized that I don't have to let go of her. She will always be with me and watching over me. We were one of the last people left there. “I am going to miss you”, I said in tears. “I am going to try and live up to your courageous example”, I whispered. It was hard to leave her, it's hard to put on a brave face like her and be courageous. I still miss her with all my heart but I know that she lived with courage everyday. Through the rough times of her childhood, to the trying moments of the war, then to her fighting moment when she passed. She was brave and a fighter and that's what I aspire to be. I know Grannys up there playing the cards at the
Our car usually full of excitement to be going there, was dead silent with tears. My mind wandered to the time when Granny broke her arm. My mom and I went down to take care of her. I could tell she was in pain but she put on a brave courageous face anyway, that was Granny. So I would try to be courageous too. We pull into the funeral home, all I see is black. Black clothes, black souls, and broken spirits. I didn't to see my Granny without her warm smile and big laugh. In that moment I knew what a true heart break felt like. As tears dripped down our face, my brother only three not understanding what was happening kissed Granny and told her goodbye as she lied there. I’d never seen him cry like this before even he at a young age he felt the true sadness in the air. We moved to the burial site, our family had gotten purple balloons to release for Granny as a final parting gift. For a while I was not going to let mine go, I didn't want to let go of my Granny. As I saw a purple sky I realized that I don't have to let go of her. She will always be with me and watching over me. We were one of the last people left there. “I am going to miss you”, I said in tears. “I am going to try and live up to your courageous example”, I whispered. It was hard to leave her, it's hard to put on a brave face like her and be courageous. I still miss her with all my heart but I know that she lived with courage everyday. Through the rough times of her childhood, to the trying moments of the war, then to her fighting moment when she passed. She was brave and a fighter and that's what I aspire to be. I know Grannys up there playing the cards at the