Hard time in my life
Thinking “Why her?” As I sat there beside a hospital bed holding my grandma’s cold hands, I knew the time had come. This was the moment we were all running from but eventually it had caught us up. Then in the blink of an eye it was over…
My grandma had been battling lung cancer for most of the time I can remember. Certainly for most of my child hood. She was a very strong and stubborn women, luckily for me, I didn’t not have to witness chemotherapy; the hair loss, vomiting and all the other countless side effects. She wanted to protect her loved ones from seeing the worst of her disease especially me, as I was only six years old.
My grandma was the foundation of the family. She kept us together through life and even when she was busy she would still make time for me. I always looked up to her as Christians do to Jesus because she was very wise and had so much life experience. She always listened to what I had to say, even if it didn’t make sense. She didn’t correct me or try to make me feel stupid; she just listened. When she spoke, her voice sounded like rich, dark chocolate and her laugh made everyone smile.
My Grandma went through school, college and graduated from university. She worked extremely hard and never let the racism in the eighties and nineties put her down; she just kept going she had a lifetime amount of fuel like she was powered by a rechargeable battery. Eventually it all paid off and she became a very successful accountant. This fills me ambition to follow in her footsteps and not let obstacles I encounter hold me back.
If there was anybody that spent the most memories with me, it was my grandma. Since my parents were constantly busy with work and stuff meant that she had to pick me up from school and take care of me.
However before she would set of to collect me, she would always prepare something beforehand; most of the time it would be baked cookies or Victoria sponge cake. The cookies were angels they tasted as though God had
My grandma had been battling lung cancer for most of the time I can remember. Certainly for most of my child hood. She was a very strong and stubborn women, luckily for me, I didn’t not have to witness chemotherapy; the hair loss, vomiting and all the other countless side effects. She wanted to protect her loved ones from seeing the worst of her disease especially me, as I was only six years old.
My grandma was the foundation of the family. She kept us together through life and even when she was busy she would still make time for me. I always looked up to her as Christians do to Jesus because she was very wise and had so much life experience. She always listened to what I had to say, even if it didn’t make sense. She didn’t correct me or try to make me feel stupid; she just listened. When she spoke, her voice sounded like rich, dark chocolate and her laugh made everyone smile.
My Grandma went through school, college and graduated from university. She worked extremely hard and never let the racism in the eighties and nineties put her down; she just kept going she had a lifetime amount of fuel like she was powered by a rechargeable battery. Eventually it all paid off and she became a very successful accountant. This fills me ambition to follow in her footsteps and not let obstacles I encounter hold me back.
If there was anybody that spent the most memories with me, it was my grandma. Since my parents were constantly busy with work and stuff meant that she had to pick me up from school and take care of me.
However before she would set of to collect me, she would always prepare something beforehand; most of the time it would be baked cookies or Victoria sponge cake. The cookies were angels they tasted as though God had