My great grandmother had a wonderful sense of humor, yet shockingly self-deprecating

. She loved to play games such as Spite and Malice or as she called it, Spit on Alice and Yahtzee. One of her hobbies was sewing, she used to sew many things, one being clothes for my dolls. When I went to her house she used to let me use the sewing machine, and I thought that was the neatest thing in the world. When family would come for extended visits she would have a little ditty she would sing in the morning when she heard someone start trotting down the stairs. It went……..

All these memories came back to me at once while I was still trying to swallow the concept of her death. I could not stay in the living room, which is where the hospital bed was that she was on, because I could not face the fact that she was dead. I went into another room, my grandmother came in, sat next to me and started talking to me, and explaining to me that everything would eventually be alright. At that moment I did not see how that was possible, but it is. After she talked to me, she gave me the blanket that used to be on my great grandmothers’ bed. When she gave that to me I started to cry, and I realized I was ready to say goodbye to her

Some topics in this essay:
Heather Nancy”, Mourn December, Alice Yahtzee, coming stairs, Spite Malice, persons’ life, coming stairs who’s, stairs who’s coming, celebrate persons’ life, who’s coming stairs, celebrate persons’, who’s coming, stairs who’s, able goodbye,