Personal Narrative: The Passing Of My Grandma

1419 words - 6 pages

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
Gran, as I frequently called her, stood at five feet seven inches tall. She was an elderly woman in her mid-50s that enjoyed living life and helping others in any way possible, whether it is at the market selling produce, donating to a charity for the less fortunate, or participating in walk-a-thons. On the verge of going into her sixties, her behavior protruded was one of a woman in her early thirties. Dressed in a tight, knee-high khaki pants, a black V-cut top, and a black sandals, with her hand held on her hip saying, “I might be old in age, but I am young and strong at heart darling” as she responded to my comment, in my dialect, “Yuh feel you too young.” This brought much humor to the room. The joyous laughter was like spring bearing its bright, luminous flowers. The eruption of laughter was like the opening of the Apollo, Gran being the comedian of the room.
My Grandmother was a woman with high standards and expectations of her grand- children. She had a firm belief that the first step to being successful is getting the highest education achievable. Discipline, Intelligence, and Respect were the three elements that she said would get you through life. Having discipline helps when stressful situations arises and it can be handled thoroughly, having intelligence helps when you have the ability to learn skills effectively and apply them in different aspects, having respect helps you earn the respect of others and leaves you in good standing with society. “No one respects a disrespectful child,” she used to say. My Gran was a woman of many words and sayings.
She raised her daughter to be respectful. “You never know where you might end up and who will get you there,” Gran said. Instilling this discipline in my mother, she intern instilled it in me and my other siblings. Therefore, because of my Gran Ma, I am where I am today.
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