Personal Narrative

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My grandma, Altha, and I had always been close. My family and I were at her house more than our own, and we were basically part of the neighborhood. I went to Bluffton school right down the block from her house, and would hang out with her all day. She was the best cook, so we would always be baking together, more or less me watching her bake.We would take walks at night and point out things we saw in the sky.(ID)In the summer, she would sit outside as the streetlights illuminated the town. (D,I)My brother and I would catch lightning bugs in a jar for her. Our family would have picnics down at the Muskegon Channel every month and walk along the pier.We really loved each other; life was good. (I;I)But then she became afflicted with a sickness…show more content…
First it was her stomach hurting.Then, she stopped being able to walk without a cane.(D,I) It got so bad that she couldn’t stand for more than a few seconds without wincing. The saddest thing about this, though, was that she never once complained. And that’s what hurt me the most. We had already sent her to the doctors’ multiple times, but they told us nothing seemed to be wrong. For a while we believed it. It was about late December 2013 when this all started happening.I remember clearly, my dad pulling my brother and I aside and saying, “This might be our last Christmas spent with Grandma.” My brother and I weren’t surprised, but when I heard it come out of my own father’s mouth, it seemed to hit me deeper. On Christmas, our problems seemed to subside and we just enjoyed our time together. The ground was blanketed with heaps of snow and the smell of brown sugar and cinnamon wafted through the air. My grandma made a platter of our favorite cookies and the house was decked out with stockings, candy canes, and holiday decorations. When it came time to unwrap presents, I remember how grateful my grandma was. She was so caring, and her smile was contagious. My grandma always accentuated her gratitude for even the smallest things. She was always giving, and was always there for me.My grandma was the sweetest person I had ever known, and everyone for miles around was in some way impacted by her genuine kindness. (I,CI)…show more content…
(D,I,CI)My grandma had gotten progressively worse and we ended up having to move her bedroom onto the main floor. Our visits with her got even more frequent, and time with her was becoming very valuable. It wasn’t until we walked into her house one night when she wouldn’t answer the door, did I realize how bad off she actually was. She was lying on the floor, bruised and sobbing. The whole time she was saying, “Don’t let the kids see me like this…” over and over. It was heartbreaking and I felt so awful for her.My grandma was strong;however, I knew she was breaking on the inside. (I;CA,I) On our way out the door, I was too embarrassed to kiss her or tell her I loved her. I had never seen her so helpless and vulnerable. It was the only time I’ve never told her I loved her
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