Grandmas._Gotta_Love_Them.

Hi. My name is Holly Abernethy. I’m typing this as it’s my last letter, of course I know I will have many more years to live and many more letters to write but the greatest thing I have in life is love. My family is the best thing in the world to me. Without their support, laughs, stories, and care my life would be filled with sorrow. Surely, I sympathize with abandoned children but I also envy rich people. My life is caught between average poor and rich. I have everything I need but I still want more. The greatest lesson my parents taught me is if I want something I’m going to have to work for it. One of the main people who’ve inspired me to fulfill that quote is my Great Grandma Daisy. Born in 1912 and died in 2003. She lived to be 92. ninety-two years of smiles, laughter, tears, heart brakes, love, pain, regret, memories, but the thing everyone remembers most and something she wants people to remember her by is how courageous and saintly she lived her life. When my mom’s parents were going through divorce she lived with her Grandma Daisy. My mother always says “Daisy would always have a door open to anyone, she would give them the shirt off her back, her last dime she had, and a hot meal to eat.” Daisy was brave in that she would take strangers and care for them as true guests. My mom’s friends always loved going to Daisy’s, she would always make them lunch and give a good laugh. During 1980-1990, after her husbands death, Daisy traveled the world; to Europe, Alaska, Hawaii. Daisy didn’t even get her license till she was 70. Years and years went by, my mom got married and had us kids and Grandma Daisy would always be at our sides playing while some kids grandparents just talk about them and forget what it’s like to be a kid. Daisy was a friend, but also a parent in a way of looking out for what’s good for us. Eventually my family and I moved to Florida and we saw little of Daisy, visiting her in the retirement home every time we visited NJ. The last year we saw her was in 2003. My family visited her for the whole day and as we were leaving my mom told me to go back and check on her. I did, it was the saddest moment of my life. I peeked around the corner of the wall and saw my Great Grandma Daisy crying. I think she knew her time was coming to an end and it would be the last time she would see us. I cry every time I think of that moment. I’m crying now believe it or not because of remembering that moment but also because my letter does no justice for my Grandma. She’s a woman no words could stand up. I didn’t even get a good chance to know her and most of what I wrote is from stories my mom tells me but she is the reason why I’m going to after my dreams; to make a difference in somebody’s life. She is the reason I will be naming my child Daisy and I know my Grandma is in heaven and proud of me because I’m proud of her too. My last letter probably should be filled with the best moments my life but I’m only a kid and Daisy didn’t get a chance to write a last letter and so I want to hopefully spread her goodness on other people; the children who don’t or will never have a Daisy in their life. This assignment was no assignment to me. It was a chance to reflect and look upon my pervious actions and help me reach my goal again. I was supposed to write about something interesting about my family but I think having a family member whom you could consider a saint is pretty interesting.