Mi Abuela Querida
Brian Ortiz-Perez
English 102
Professor James P. Turner
Narrative Essay Rough Draft
1-31-2014
Mi Abuela Querida
Death is a part of life that touches each and every one of us. We all experience the death of loved ones as well as ourselves. However, we all experience loss at different times and different ways. I remember the first time I lost someone one I loved, my Grandmother “Mi Abuela Querida.”
My Grandmother has been gone for about seven years now and I miss her with every fiber of my being. However, to this day I carry with me, in my heart and soul, all of the fond memories we shared together. Although at times she seemed strict and rigid she was also a loving and compassionate person that would do anything for her family. She was the one person who never failed to make me feel safe and sound. To me her arms were a refuge that could wash away all my fears and make me feel as though anything were possible. Like any human being my Grandmother was not perfect, but in my eyes she was everything, I loved her very much and the day I lost her my heart burst.
Even now as a type, nearly a decade later, I can still feel every reaction and every emotion stir back up in my body. I can still remember my thoughts and the guilt I felt, that uncontrollable guilt that to this day makes me feel as if I were the worst person on the planet. While my Grandmother, the women I loved with all my heart, slowly died in a bed I was off having fun with my family in Puerto Rico unaware of her current state. It was not until my return that I saw the once strong women turned frail; she could no longer speak, she could no longer see my face nor could she hear my voice. In her final days she couldn’t even move out of bed, she had to wear adult diapers, and depend on other for everyday tasks such as eating, bathing, using the bathroom, and getting dressed. It honestly broke my heart to see her this way. I had always know her to be this independent women who feared only fear itself.
English 102
Professor James P. Turner
Narrative Essay Rough Draft
1-31-2014
Mi Abuela Querida
Death is a part of life that touches each and every one of us. We all experience the death of loved ones as well as ourselves. However, we all experience loss at different times and different ways. I remember the first time I lost someone one I loved, my Grandmother “Mi Abuela Querida.”
My Grandmother has been gone for about seven years now and I miss her with every fiber of my being. However, to this day I carry with me, in my heart and soul, all of the fond memories we shared together. Although at times she seemed strict and rigid she was also a loving and compassionate person that would do anything for her family. She was the one person who never failed to make me feel safe and sound. To me her arms were a refuge that could wash away all my fears and make me feel as though anything were possible. Like any human being my Grandmother was not perfect, but in my eyes she was everything, I loved her very much and the day I lost her my heart burst.
Even now as a type, nearly a decade later, I can still feel every reaction and every emotion stir back up in my body. I can still remember my thoughts and the guilt I felt, that uncontrollable guilt that to this day makes me feel as if I were the worst person on the planet. While my Grandmother, the women I loved with all my heart, slowly died in a bed I was off having fun with my family in Puerto Rico unaware of her current state. It was not until my return that I saw the once strong women turned frail; she could no longer speak, she could no longer see my face nor could she hear my voice. In her final days she couldn’t even move out of bed, she had to wear adult diapers, and depend on other for everyday tasks such as eating, bathing, using the bathroom, and getting dressed. It honestly broke my heart to see her this way. I had always know her to be this independent women who feared only fear itself.