Life Living with my Grandparents
Sharnika Buckham
Neil Conway
ENG1010 P01
April 2014
Life Living With My Grandparents
I remember my grandmother being here as if it was yesterday. She passed away in October 2011. She died from an enlarged heart and silent killer cancer. Going to her funeral in her hometown in Jamaica was a devastating and hurtful moment for me. The days I spent thinking of her brought tears to my eyes. My heart felt swollen; I would think to myself this couldn’t be real; she is still here with me. How could a woman so kind, so generous, so loving leave so soon? I could only see the pain that my grandfather was left to bear. He was never the same after he lost his wife. He would always stay to himself locked away in his bedroom. He would often lose weight and he grew sicker after awhile. I wish that my grandmother had the chance to live again, so that my grandpa would feel better and not suffer so much. I do not want to lose him anytime soon like how I lost my grandma. Growing up with my grandparents in their apartment in Bronx, NY, is a time I would love to relive. Before my grandmother had passed away, my grandparents were inseparable. My grandfather was such a gentlemen that he would always carry my grandmother’s purse for her when her arms were too weak to lift a thing. I could still hear their little arguments they used to have whenever they did not agree on something. They used to bicker whenever it came to packing the barrel to ship to Jamaica. My grandpa would say, “Mama that’s not how you going to pack that” or “that is not going inside there”. My grandma would then kiss her teeth and say, “Sonny don’t bother my peace” or “why must it not go in there, I want this to send back home”. They had petty little arguments that did not mean much harm; at the end of the day they were still joint together as one. I could hear my grandmother’s singing and clapping every time she said her daily prayers. I remember always laying beside my grandpa every time he watched TV. We
Neil Conway
ENG1010 P01
April 2014
Life Living With My Grandparents
I remember my grandmother being here as if it was yesterday. She passed away in October 2011. She died from an enlarged heart and silent killer cancer. Going to her funeral in her hometown in Jamaica was a devastating and hurtful moment for me. The days I spent thinking of her brought tears to my eyes. My heart felt swollen; I would think to myself this couldn’t be real; she is still here with me. How could a woman so kind, so generous, so loving leave so soon? I could only see the pain that my grandfather was left to bear. He was never the same after he lost his wife. He would always stay to himself locked away in his bedroom. He would often lose weight and he grew sicker after awhile. I wish that my grandmother had the chance to live again, so that my grandpa would feel better and not suffer so much. I do not want to lose him anytime soon like how I lost my grandma. Growing up with my grandparents in their apartment in Bronx, NY, is a time I would love to relive. Before my grandmother had passed away, my grandparents were inseparable. My grandfather was such a gentlemen that he would always carry my grandmother’s purse for her when her arms were too weak to lift a thing. I could still hear their little arguments they used to have whenever they did not agree on something. They used to bicker whenever it came to packing the barrel to ship to Jamaica. My grandpa would say, “Mama that’s not how you going to pack that” or “that is not going inside there”. My grandma would then kiss her teeth and say, “Sonny don’t bother my peace” or “why must it not go in there, I want this to send back home”. They had petty little arguments that did not mean much harm; at the end of the day they were still joint together as one. I could hear my grandmother’s singing and clapping every time she said her daily prayers. I remember always laying beside my grandpa every time he watched TV. We