My Grandmother....

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My grandmother wasn’t just a grandmother. She is and will always be much more. She played so many roles. She is a mom, a dad, and another set of ears to just listen. She is strong and determined, stubborn but kind, loving but opinionated, giving but sensitive, hardheaded but caring. She came last on her list of things to do each day and each one of us stayed at the top of this to do list and no matter how much we would reassure her that we would be ok, she would insist that we ate even if we said we wasn’t hungry, she would continue to offer money even if we said we didn’t need it. She was always determined to do something to help even if help wasn’t needed. She was always right no matter how many times you swore she was wrong and honestly she was; she really was right majority of the time. She made every holiday possible for 75 years. By herself she would spend the night before preparing only to get up the next morning extra early to finish the master piece.  No matter how old she got, these characteristics never changed. She loved us so much; more then she loved herself at times. Her kids and even other family members was top priority.  She never thought her kids were too old to receive a mothers help.  I am so thankful to have had such an incredible woman in my life to love me and care for me and best yet; to take care of me and raise me to the woman I am today. She loved her soap operas. She loved her channel 9. She loved oatmeal cookies and ice cream. I think she would eat those every day of her life if she had it with. She is the best. She is having fun up there in heaven dancing with Pawpaw and laughing with Edward. I was 18 months old, so small, so innocent when she took me in and treated me more than a grandchild. She changed my diapers, fed my bottles and rocked me to sleep. As years went by, we had our moments; she gave me lunch money and bought me new clothes. She went broke many times by giving me nothing but the best. We would laugh together, argue with each other and sometimes even cry together. I struggled through these years to make her proud of me only to realize that she was always proud of me. She gave me a good life, something I wouldn’t have had without her. She did the best to teach me morals. We grew with each other, I got older and more mature while she got sicker. I knew my role so I returned the favor. It was her turn to be taken care of and I did my very best to make her as comfortable as possible.  Little things will always stick in my mind about her. “Comb your hair “; “You’re not going looking like that, are you”? Is what she would say. These little things would frustrate me so much but she knew she always got her way. She filled a spot that only she could fill; a spot that would be so empty without her.  I have learned so much from her in my life, so much that I will apply to her great grandson and he will grow to hear nothing but the best stories about his great grandmother. He will see pictures. Don’t worry; I will make sure that he will always know who you are.  I remember the days when she made sure to keep her hair done and do things like walk around the neighborhood and lay out in the sun. She will always be known as a strong Independent woman, a woman who had a drive that stuck with her for many years, a woman that the simplest things tickled her pink like ice cream and dancing with the stars.  Thanksgiving and Christmas will never be the same but we all know that the presence of her will be there sitting at the table making sure I’m doing everything right. I have always appreciated my grandmother. I will try my best to continue traditions for Elijah. We’ve been through so much; so many ups and downs but I never seen a frown upon her face. She loved me in spite of all my imperfection and she made my world a better place. I was her child, the daughter she never had. She showed me love and what life is all about. She praised me even though I sometimes didn’t deserve it. No matter what I did; well or bad; she would always be there to support me in all of my mistakes and accomplishments. She taught me to stand tall and be proud of myself and from her actions and words; in time I knew she was always proud of me. I thank her for all her love and dedication; I know it wasn’t easy raising me cause I sometimes was a difficult child but I always wanted her to know that out of all the grandmother in the world; I am so glad she was mine. No words could ever describe what I feel and what I have lost but I know that one thing and that is we have gained a beautiful angel to sit on our shoulder for the rest of my life. God shouted that he needed a hero and that’s exactly what he got.