A Day I
Cole Edwards
Per.3
1-23-12
Autobiographical Essay
A Day I’ll Never Forget
Every person should have a Grandma like mine. She was the definition of love. She never got mad, she never yelled, she was never too busy for me, she never turned me away and she never grew tired of listening to me. She was beautiful, polite, graceful, confident, quiet and peaceful. Her manners were flawless and her home was always spotless. She has been deeply missed since the day she died in 2010.
I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. I came into the house while my mom was on the phone with my aunt. I could sense the tension in my mother’s voice as she received the horrid news. This was no surprise because my grandma had been extremely sick for a while, but I was still shocked because now it was real. I went into my room and turned up some music to try and escape from reality. I couldn’t take all the sorrow and the tears that were coming from my miserable parents it was too much to bare.
It was a long couple of weeks until it was finally the day of the funeral. I couldn’t sleep the night before because I had too much on my mind. It had only been 2 weeks since she died, but it felt like years. Everything was so different without her. I would of given anything to feel her love one last time. It’s kind of crazy how much one person can have such a big impact on your life whether they are with you or not. The perennial drive down to San Diego was horrible. Having got little sleep the night before mixed with me going to my grandma’s funeral made me very irritable and quiet all the way there. Everyone was though. Being in car for eight hours with nothing to do but sit and listen to music gives you a lot of time to think, and I only had one thing on my mind and it was my grandma. I thought about the good times we had together, and all the stories she used to tell me about her life. Finally the everlasting eight hours came to an end. I was so happy to see the rest of my
Per.3
1-23-12
Autobiographical Essay
A Day I’ll Never Forget
Every person should have a Grandma like mine. She was the definition of love. She never got mad, she never yelled, she was never too busy for me, she never turned me away and she never grew tired of listening to me. She was beautiful, polite, graceful, confident, quiet and peaceful. Her manners were flawless and her home was always spotless. She has been deeply missed since the day she died in 2010.
I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. I came into the house while my mom was on the phone with my aunt. I could sense the tension in my mother’s voice as she received the horrid news. This was no surprise because my grandma had been extremely sick for a while, but I was still shocked because now it was real. I went into my room and turned up some music to try and escape from reality. I couldn’t take all the sorrow and the tears that were coming from my miserable parents it was too much to bare.
It was a long couple of weeks until it was finally the day of the funeral. I couldn’t sleep the night before because I had too much on my mind. It had only been 2 weeks since she died, but it felt like years. Everything was so different without her. I would of given anything to feel her love one last time. It’s kind of crazy how much one person can have such a big impact on your life whether they are with you or not. The perennial drive down to San Diego was horrible. Having got little sleep the night before mixed with me going to my grandma’s funeral made me very irritable and quiet all the way there. Everyone was though. Being in car for eight hours with nothing to do but sit and listen to music gives you a lot of time to think, and I only had one thing on my mind and it was my grandma. I thought about the good times we had together, and all the stories she used to tell me about her life. Finally the everlasting eight hours came to an end. I was so happy to see the rest of my