A Letter To My Grandma Before We Say Goodbye

A Letter To My Grandma Before We Say Goodbye

There are some things I want you to know before you go...

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Dear Mom-Mom,

I want you to know a few things before it's time for us to say goodbye— most importantly that I love you! I may not have shown that when I was younger and said some mean things, but that was then and this is now. I have and always will love you. You have always shown me unconditional love, and nothing can ever compare. I am sorry for the fight we had when I was younger and compared you to my other grandma because you are just as wonderful and I love you just as much. I never want you to think I don't love you because I always have and always will love you.

Thank you. Thank you for always looking after me and giving me all that you could offer. I still remember when I was younger and would go to your house after school every Friday and order that gross pizza you and I both hated, but Pop loved it. We would play all night until mom and dad came to get me. Thank you. Thank you for taking me out to buy toys or to eat at my favorite places. You always made sure I was at my happiest. I love you.

You are so strong. Remember when they told you, you didn't have that much longer to live. You only had a couple of years. That was my first birthday. You told them to let you out to right now to celebrate and they listened. But you didn't listen to them when they told you that you only had so much longer. You showed them. Here you are, 19 years later still showing them that those couple of years meant nothing, and they don't know what they're talking about. You are the strongest woman I know, and I am humbled to call you my grandmother. I love you.

Even right now, with all you are going through, you continue to show them they're wrong. You continue to keep living your life and not letting the doctors bring you down. You determine when it's time. You will never change. You still are always offering me food when I am over, cracking jokes and, of course, still being your feisty self. No matter what you go through, you always come out your strong, feisty self. You are amazing. I aspire to be you one day. Raising a family of four kids then taking in two more because that's the type of person you are. You are generous, kind hearted, funny and wonderful. There is no way I can come close to being as wonderful as you, but I can and will try. I love you.

It hurts me to think that days with you are slowly coming to an end, but that doesn't mean it's goodbye forever. I know you will always be by my side. I am so grateful for that. I am grateful for everything you have done for me. I know you will always look down on me to ensure I am being my best self and never lose sight of what is important. Keep pushing through and being the strong woman you are. I love you so much.

Love,

Emily

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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.
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The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.

Sincerely,

the loving granddaughters

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Kit Kat On A Rainy Day

My grandpa went missing one rainy afternoon, but what happened later is very heartwarming!

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It was a rainy afternoon in the middle of October. The road was covered in an almost invisible film of water, and mud seeped through the cracks of the sidewalk. The wind blew at a harsh and firm angle. The temperature was sharp and bitter. I was in 10th grade at the time and had just gotten back to school. I sat at my desk upstairs with my legs comfortably nuzzled against my chest. I admired the lavender fuzzy socks on my feet while very blatantly ignoring my homework and other responsibilities. I gently sipped warm apple cider, carefully making sure that it wouldn't burn my tongue whilst scrolling through my phone. This rainy afternoon in the middle of October was seemingly very normal.

I eventually picked up a pencil and reluctantly began my homework, but was very quickly distracted by the sounds of panicked yelling coming from downstairs. I quickly made my way to the scene so that I could figure out what was going on. My mom and grandma were in the kitchen crying and screaming. My grandma sounded agitated and afraid. My mom was barely able to make out coherent sentences as she scrambled to find my dad's contact in her phone. I shuddered and felt completely frozen when I was finally able to understand what was going on.

My 85-year-old grandpa who also has Alzheimer's was missing from our home. My stream of consciousness was abruptly interrupted as I heard the door leading to our garage slam shut. My mom was going to drive around our neighborhood to look for my grandpa, as he realistically could not have made it that far. I went back upstairs and sunk into my chair. My eyes were wide and I could hear my heart beating outside of my chest. I trembled and cried. These are the kinds of horrible and unfortunate stories that you read about or watch in the news. You never expect it to happen to a loved one. The gravity of the situation is heavy. It's a very obscure and different kind of pain, one that cannot be justified with words.

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. I was not aware of how much time had passed, but I do remember hearing the slow creak of the garage open. I did not get up and I did not run down the stairs. Instead, I sat there. I sat firmly in my chair, numb and completely frozen. From where I was, everything was temporarily easier. The pain of sitting at my desk was less scathing than confronting whatever was waiting downstairs. And then, all of a sudden, I heard very slow and uneven steps coming up the stairs, accompanied by heavy breathing. It was my grandpa.

There he was, standing about three feet in front of me. I examined him, head-to-toe. He was soaked and there were remnants of mud on his pants and shoes. His glasses were covered in intricate droplets of water, and his light grey hair was disheveled. But that is not what stood out to me. What made me want to cry even more was the smile on his face that was beaming with love, as his eyes met mine. He steadily walked towards me, put his hand in his pocket, and I watched his fragile hands shake as he pulled out a Kit Kat bar.

"For you!" He said with a little laugh.

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My mom had found my grandpa in a Walgreens right outside our neighborhood. To this day I still don't know how he got there, and I do not care to know the exact fundamentals of how he got from point A to point B. This is a man whose life and memories have been unfairly taken from him. This is a man who can barely make out a sentence in either Hindi or English. This is a man who, to this very day, cannot remember my name or who I am. However, what this disease has failed to do is strip him of his innate kindness. His mind might be impaired but his ability to love is immortal and unbreakable.

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