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I Hate You, Yet Thank You Essay

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I Hate You, Yet Thank You

Dear Cancer,

Did you know, that I thought that the one thing in life that wouldn’t change was my family? I thought that no matter what we would always be there for each other. September 27, 2000, all of those beliefs were shattered because of you. Four years ago you killed Nana, my only grandma. That date will forever be etched in my heart because of you. You caused so much pain and so much sadness when you took her from us. She was so loving, so caring, and so giving. I see why you wanted her, but why did you have to steal her? Did you even know anything about her? She was a good person who didn’t deserve anything that you did to her. We, as a family, are good people who didn’t deserve to be hurt by you. …show more content…

Yum, just thinking about them makes my mouth water. But I also remember being in a bad mood at times because Nana was slow to do things. Randomly, throughout dinner, Nana would put down her silverware, stare outside at the lake behind our house, and say, “Would you look at the lake? Isn’t it beautiful?” We would all stop what we were doing and stare at the lake and then stare at her and laugh. To this day, every time we are in Maine, we still say that. We still go to Maine every summer, but it isn’t the same. Two people that mean the world to me aren’t there to enjoy it with us. But no matter how much it hurts, I will never give you the satisfaction of knowing that you ruined that tradition. Nana loved the hummingbirds up in Maine. She would refill the strawberry shaped feeders every few days and would sit by the window watching them when they flew up. “Ooooo, look here girls! Here is a male one! You can tell it’s a male because of his coloring,” she would whisper loudly when one came to the window. We still fill up the feeders every time we are up there.

Don’t you see? No matter how hard you try, you can’t take Nana away from us completely. We still have the memories and I will never let you take them away. We keep her alive by talking about her and celebrating her life.

When my dad told us about you and how you were hurting Nana, I didn’t know what to do. I can remember that day like I can remember my name. It was the night

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