Personal Narrative: My Great Grandma Luci
My name goes way back to my great grandma Luci. My mom and great grandma were very close. You could say they were always together. My great grandma passed away when I was in the 4th grade and she didn’t live here in Hawaii, so I didn't really see her much. My mom always use to tell me little stories about things they would do, like gardening, shopping in the city, cooking, etc. My mom says I’m very much like her in little ways. Is it because I’m named after her? I have a couple of memories with her one of them was when I was maybe around two years old and we were at her old home sweeping her porch and petting the little kittens as they walked by. Then I would jump on her bed and my great grandpa would yell at me and threaten me and she would
defend me. Slowly, but surely I didn’t see her that much she got older and more sick, and like I said she didn’t live here. I would only here about how she’s doing. A while later, 8 years, She came to visit us and she could barely remember my name, which was sad but I understood why. I remember on this occasion she would always tell my sister she had taffi to give her but would always forget to bring it and that she told her she had it in the first place. The very last memory I have of her was a few months before she passed, and our whole family went on a cruise to kind of say our goodbyes to her. I was in her room with some of my cousins in Alaska watching the movie hairspray and she was laying on the bed looking basically lifeless. She couldn’t talk or really move, other family members were talking to her. I’m glad that I’m named after her because not only are we alike but she was a very kind hearted person who everybody loved. And I feel like I have a piece of her with me.
defend me. Slowly, but surely I didn’t see her that much she got older and more sick, and like I said she didn’t live here. I would only here about how she’s doing. A while later, 8 years, She came to visit us and she could barely remember my name, which was sad but I understood why. I remember on this occasion she would always tell my sister she had taffi to give her but would always forget to bring it and that she told her she had it in the first place. The very last memory I have of her was a few months before she passed, and our whole family went on a cruise to kind of say our goodbyes to her. I was in her room with some of my cousins in Alaska watching the movie hairspray and she was laying on the bed looking basically lifeless. She couldn’t talk or really move, other family members were talking to her. I’m glad that I’m named after her because not only are we alike but she was a very kind hearted person who everybody loved. And I feel like I have a piece of her with me.