Personal Narrative: My Love For Grandma

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Shortly after, “yesterday” was dominated by my great-grandmother and her grim condition. I already knew that my granny wasn’t doing so well because she was in hospice. So, I called off on a Friday so I could be with her. I remember it was me, my mom, my grandmother, and of course - my granny. Four perfect generations of my family in one room. My mom was sitting about a yard away from her on the right and my grandmother was holding her hand on the left. I was about a yard and a half away from the foot of her bed. My mother and grandmother kept saying “I love you Grandma” or “I love you Mommy” about a million times. Each time, my grandma would open her mouth and outstretch her neck. My grandma thought she could hear us, but I figured it was because

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