My Grandmother Short Story

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

My Grandma Matley is a big part of my life. She has been there through all of it with me. This was the biggest thing she has ever done for me.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

I met this incredible woman late in my life. She happened to come into my life once my mom married her son. She always had something interesting to say about her life. When this paper was discussed in class I knew who exactly I was going to write about. Here is the story of Teresa Torres:

After roasting marshmallows, the sticky sweet on my sons' fingers, my father stares into the coals, starts talking about his mother, my grandmother, my sons' great-grandmother. He tells of how she fought her death to the end, even under the morphine drip. Nonverbal tantrums on her bed.

I found myself quickly pacing in and out of the aisles lined with the tiered towers. I entered an aisle just to exit seconds later as a new idea conquered my thoughts. My mind barely able to focus on one thing as I scanned rapidly from top to bottom and side to side in each row. The wooden shelves lined with scrapbook paper, each piece with its own pattern and color scheme. I guess I should explain why I’m in this place running around like this.

My eyes were red and puffy while a broken hearted feeling settled in my body. I was only in Kindergarten, however, it was one of the uttermost grueling things I had to live with at the time. Nobody should have to bother with losing such a marvelous women, like their Great grandmother. At the time I did not understand what was happening, yet now that I am older I know the feeling preferably because of how many times I had to cope with the death of a loved one.

As the music stops, the lights turn back on, and the talking erupts. I turn to my mom in pure bliss.

A famous american novelist by the name of Marilynne Robinson once said, “You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.” My Great-Grandma, also known as Mamani, was on of most important people in my life. Although, I never really understood what she would say to me because she only spoke Armenian. She once knew English, but her Alzheimer's stole any memory of it. But no matter what, she ALWAYS had a smile on her face. That was why I adored her so much. Even though she let her Alzheimer’s take some of her memory away, she wouldn’t let it take her personality. Mamani was a very fancy woman. She would never leave the house without any bright red lipstick perfectly smeared on her lips no matter where it was she was going. She always had AT LEAST five bracelets or watches on each wrist. She’d always had a jacket on filed with fake diamonds and rhinestones all over it. She was so amazing. I’ll never forget her.

It all started about early February 2017 when my dad told our family some devastating news. We all sat down in our living room, you could tell that my dad was about to cry. He choked out said, “Great-grandma was found on the floor in the kitchen for a couple of hours or maybe even a day and she was sent to the hospital.”

The sharp sound of shattering glass rang in my ears as I jumped down to my living room floor. I looked down to my feet as they were being stabbed with dozens of glass shards. The realization of what happened didn't start until my uncle swooped in to pick me up like I was a feather.

Waking up she ran up and down those stairs. Going into the bathroom to get herself ready for school. Ely’s never late for school. Getting into the car knowing she should have went into her grandmas room that day, to get her prayer as she always gets. Ely just said, “I will do it after school.” But what Ely didn't know that her life was was going to take a curve for the worst.

My Grandmother died a couple months ago. It wasn 't a sudden thing. It was a long time coming. I was standing in the kitchen with my dad when he picked up the phone. He frowned, flicked his eyes to me, to my mother then back to me. He mumbled some confirmations then said, “That 's fine. I’ll be there shortly, thank you.” He set the phone down on the table, and just briefly, I think I caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile.

Grandparents are an essential part of a family. My grandmother was a very important part of my life from the beginning. I could always count on her to listen to me from her heart, share her wisdom and lend a shoulder to cry on. She taught me many important lessons throughout our lives together. My grandmother meant the world to me. She was the most beautiful lady in the world. She was short and her heart was the biggest size. My grandmother was like a parent to me and she loved me in the same unconditional way as my mother did. Whenever I needed something I knew I could count on her. She was like my friend, my mom, my everything. Imagine waking up to what should be a normal day in my life only to find out my grandmother had been rushed to

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