My Grandma

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 07, 2016

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It’s been raining all day, cats and dogs pouring out of the sky. I was more devastated than the weatherman who predicted it would be sunny all day long. I knew it was going to rain as soon as I heard my grandmother died that morning ‘cause all the angels in heaven must have been crying their eyes out.

Grandma was one of a kind and when God made her he must have thrown away the mold ‘cause he never made anyone else quite like her. She was that special.

All my friends loved her, as I did. Everyone called her Grandma. I mean she wasn’t their grandma, but she was the grandma everyone wanted. All my buddies used to ask me when they could go to grandma to eat. You know it wasn’t just the great food, and there was always plenty. It was that Grandma had a way of making all my friends feel relaxed and wanted. She got a big kick out of feeding a tableful of guys and when all of our stomachs were full of great food, grandma used to tell us how happy she was and all the pleasure we gave her.

She was something else all right. She never talked much. She used to just say, “Eat more, take, take and feel good.” She never gave advice but when you asked her for some advice she would always encourage you and tell you to do the best you could and everything would be fine. She had these sayings like “Life is a wheel that keeps turning. Sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down, but the wheel keeps turning. You’ll be up again, so don’t worry.” She knew just the right time to say the right thing. You understand, she never went to any school, but she was clever about life and living. She never criticized anyone and didn’t judge anybody. She spoke good of everybody and always used to say how poor and helpless some are, and we must help them, “Think how difficult they have it, so be understanding,” she would say, “and if someone does something bad they must be troubled; and, they are only doing something bad to themselves and they must live with it and it must hurt.”

That’s how she thought. Always thought of the other person and never of herself and she would never take from anyone ‘cause her happiness was to give and not take. You had to feel her love.

She shopped for food every other day and took the bus to the market and always carried two big bags; one in each hand, for balance; and, she never complained. That’s why, if you remember I told you, she was unique and one of a kind. Just simply the best person I ever knew.

She was 98 years old when she died and she didn’t stop shopping and serving food in her kitchen till a week before they took her to the hospital on a stretcher after she collapsed from exhaustion. Every day for a week I saw her in the hospital and early one morning when I visited, she managed a smile when she saw me and said “You’re a good boy for coming such a long way to see an old lady; and, remember to eat good, and help people who need help, and I know it will make you happy.”

Just a few hours later my mother called and cried so hard she couldn’t speak and she didn’t have to ‘cause I knew that my grandma passed away, and I felt such pain in my heart I could hardly bear it. I felt bad for my mother too ‘cause she loved her mother. But she was always arguing with her, telling her what’s best, what to do and what not to do; and, Grandma, like the Rock of Gibraltar, would just listen, never answer back, and do just what she wanted, which really aggravated my mother. I think that some of my mother’s crocodile tears were for herself wishing she didn’t scream so much at her mother and wishing she could have told her so. Maybe even break her teeth while saying she was sorry, and didn’t mean to be so demanding, and to lose her temper so often. But then it was too late and she could only talk to herself which was no fun at all. Especially for my mother.

If you want to have some good advice, let me tell you, that when you die and you’re fortunate enough to go to heaven where my grandma surely is, look her up. You’ll know her. She’s a bit stout with white hair, and she’ll be the woman with the big smile standing in front of the stove. You’ll never have to worry about going hungry ‘cause she’ll feed you plenty and there’s one thing I’m sure of and that is you’ll be very happy to eat her cooking. Then you’ll see, Grandma will tell you that it was a pleasure cooking for you; and be sure, that will give her all the happiness she’ll ever want.

 


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