Remembering Grandma
I knew molto about my grandma, before I even knew her. I knew my grandma was compassionate, and delightful; I knew my grandma wasn’t afraid to succumb you into trouble, as long as you deserved it. She was elegant, and intelligent; I’ve always thought of her as a paragon.
A grandma swinging a little girl in her arms
Most days the me and my grandma were the only ones there, that was because my parents worked and my sister was at school. I was glad to not have anyone else to share with grandma. I was glad that, even though everything else I did, I didn’t have to compete for the attention. This happened significantly just because I was the youngest child. The thing that made me happy was the time I got to spend by myself with …show more content…
Being four years old it was hard to think that someone who’d been in my life for so little time would be so important to me and my future. You’d think I was right and that there is no way this affects me nearly as much as it did, but there is nothing else that could affect me more.
An okay face with others around it crying
If you go forward a couple months I’m in a church still not fully understanding how this happened, making it seem that what happened wasn’t real. Me and Corey were the only ones not crying. Everyone else was so sad that we pretended to be drowning in the tears of everyone else, while we hunched up in the pews. The funeral was long, so we took a walk by the cemetery. Later we went out to where she got buried, and ironically it was sunny.
Tears falling from the sky
I remember these events so well that I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t have told this story before; maybe because it’s hard, maybe because I felt like no one else cared how I felt, maybe because I ideaolized that I was being such a brat about not thinking this affected me. It can be any of these reasons but anyway, I didn’t write about this before and I’m ready to tell now, about the time my Grandma
I knew molto about my grandma, before I even knew her. I knew my grandma was compassionate, and delightful; I knew my grandma wasn’t afraid to succumb you into trouble, as long as you deserved it. She was elegant, and intelligent; I’ve always thought of her as a paragon.
A grandma swinging a little girl in her arms
Most days the me and my grandma were the only ones there, that was because my parents worked and my sister was at school. I was glad to not have anyone else to share with grandma. I was glad that, even though everything else I did, I didn’t have to compete for the attention. This happened significantly just because I was the youngest child. The thing that made me happy was the time I got to spend by myself with …show more content…
Being four years old it was hard to think that someone who’d been in my life for so little time would be so important to me and my future. You’d think I was right and that there is no way this affects me nearly as much as it did, but there is nothing else that could affect me more.
An okay face with others around it crying
If you go forward a couple months I’m in a church still not fully understanding how this happened, making it seem that what happened wasn’t real. Me and Corey were the only ones not crying. Everyone else was so sad that we pretended to be drowning in the tears of everyone else, while we hunched up in the pews. The funeral was long, so we took a walk by the cemetery. Later we went out to where she got buried, and ironically it was sunny.
Tears falling from the sky
I remember these events so well that I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t have told this story before; maybe because it’s hard, maybe because I felt like no one else cared how I felt, maybe because I ideaolized that I was being such a brat about not thinking this affected me. It can be any of these reasons but anyway, I didn’t write about this before and I’m ready to tell now, about the time my Grandma