Creative Writing: Loss Of Grandmother

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"Thirty years ago to today Lucy, was the day I lost your grandmother. Oh Irene. Right here in this exact spot, was where it happened. I remember it like it was yesterday,” Grandpa says. He stood about three heads taller than me. His hair was a silvery white color that reached his shoulders. If you look at it long enough it looks like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Then he spoke again in a raspy voice saying: “You would have loved her Lucy. You’re a spitting image of her when she was your age,” Grandpa said tearing up. He grabs a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his tears. I just look down at my shiny black shoes. We came from a fancy lunch from a place called Rommy’s Diner. I wore a navy blue dress while Grandpa had a fancy suit on. …show more content…

His eyes light up with excitement. “Lucy she loved riding bikes! That’s all we ever did, and you wanna know what?” He asks. I nod my head furiously. He takes off a necklace with a diamond ring and a locket. When Grandpa opens it, I see a young lady with golden blonde hair and emerald eyes. Oh her eyes were gorgeous. “She looks just like me Grandpa!” I exclaim. He just laughs at my actions. “I know sweety. We used to ride our bikes up and down these roads all day. With her, it was never a dull moment,” Grandpa said. He took off his ring to put it on the necklace. Then he hands it to me. I was confused. “I want you to keep this Lucy. I’ve been having premonitions. I know it’s a big word, but let’s just call them visions from the other …show more content…

People walking by looked at us but we didn’t care. All I cared about was the well being of my grandpa. “Don’t ever forget I love you. This isn’t a good bye. This, this is a celebration. Yes! A celebration of my life,” he says in my hair. He pulls me back wiping my face with his handkerchief. “Are you sick Grandpa? We have medicine at home,” I tell him. He gives me a warm smile. I will never forget that smile. “Lucy, I want you to know however I burn out. I didn’t go out in pain. I wasn’t hurting. I just want you to know that I’m going home. Not with Mommy or Daddy. That’s your home Lucy. Up there,” he paused to point at the sky. “Up there is a place. Beyond those clouds. Like that song on the Wizard of Oz. You will find me over the rainbow with Grandma.” “Grandma? Was she nice?” I ask him. “Grandma was so nice, she bought me ice cream every time we rode by the parlor. Now how about we go celebrate with some Rocky Road?” Grandpa grins. I said yes so we walked to the parlor for Rocky Road and Playdough ice cream. The funny thing is that that was almost fifty years ago. And he was right, a car jumped the curb while he was walking to the bus stop later that

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