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My Grandmother - Personal Essay

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                                                                      My Grandmother

                            My grandmother was my world to me. She was always there for me. She smelt like tiger lilies in spring, her smile was always like the bright moon in the dark sky. I still smell her perfume when I am down .Her hair was like a silver cloud blowing in the wind with her eyes like green emeralds sparkling in the sunlight gaze. I wish I could have spent more time with her, But, unfortunately sometimes things don’t always work out the way that we want or need them to.

  My grandmother was my best friend and still is even though she is in heaven. She always with me this I know in my heart guiding me through my wrongs and rights. She was my rock always there when I someone to talk to or even just someone to gaze at the stars with. She always gave me encouragement

She would always say (You can do this Maria, you are so smart) always nothing but encouragement she always made me feel like I could accomplish anything in my life .She could read my mind most of the time and I wouldn’t have to say anything I would walk in the door from school and she would know that I had a bad day or even just a little bump in my day. I would not have to tell her anything she already knew. It was kind of funny on how she knew things, she always knew the right thing to say than just with a hug from her it would take all the pain and grief away. I was always amazed by her hope and faith she had. This may seem a bit silly but when I am having a rough day or even anything stressing me I can still hear her voice in my ear saying everything is going to be alright and work out the way its suppose to and things will work out the way they are supposed to keep your head up and stay strong. I could call her anything and she was always my shoulder my shoulder to lean on She was the best woman I ever knew. She was my best friend my grandmother. So this is a brief little history about the most courageous fun loving and most independent woman I ever knew and love more than anything. She passed a little over 4 years ago and I still feel like it was yesterday.

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