My gramma passed away six days ago. Only six days and I already miss her so much . Just the fact that I’ll never be able to see her again kills me . I loved her so much, I would tell her everytime I saw her that I loved her and always made sure I could help her with anything she needed . Though she was the most independent women I’ve ever known, she sometimes would give in and I was more then happy to help . She was such an unordinary grandmother . Smoked pal-malls and drank genny the majority of her life up untill she got sick, she had a perverted mind for an old woman , and had the mouth of a truck driver. She had the greatest sense of humor and also came up with the most creative ideas . Her cooking was beyond phenomenal and always used a “little of this” and a “pinch of that” she never failed to make me laugh nor to constantly feed me . She cared about everyone but herself . Her common phrases “wheres your coat ? Your gonna get sick” “why don’t you have anything on your feet ?” “make sure you bundle up” “are you hungry ?” “want Some pop or something to drink ?” she always did little things when I slept over like make the bathroom extra warm when I was about to shower, or lay my clothes out on the bed, and make me meal after meal. She was just the cutest little thing . A whopping 90 pounds with the biggest personality . She had her little gramma shuffle when she walked and her jacket with the huge ass fur hood that narley covered her entire face .
Then Sunday after work the phone rings. I’m getting ready to leave and I answer it, but so does my dad . And I hear “Gary, you need come get me from work now. My mothers dead !” I don’t believe it . I feel like I heard something I shouldn’t of .. Gramma ? No. She’s doing soo well . Quickly we drive to my grammas . My mom balling the entire way, & then there she is.. On the couch with her hand sticking out stiff.. Once full of life, now completely dull . Heart attack. She died leaning against the couch, phone on the floor, with her hand on the phone. That’s wht killed me, she must Of been scared, she was looking for help. That imagine has been running through my mind over and over and over . She didn’t deserve to die alone . But it happened that way, and I guess we should be grateful that she didn’t suffer and slowly pass in the hospital (which she hated)
Gramma I love you so much, I know your up in heaven with your mom and dad and dorthy . Can’t wait to see you again one day . Rest in peace
