Essay On My Relationship With My Grandmother

To a young child, their family may mean the world to them. To a child going to family reunions and seeing their grandparents is quite enjoyable. I felt that way as well at one point in my life, however, time changes everything. Growing up, I have by no means had a strong bond with anyone in my family. When I hear the word grandmother I think of an adorable elderly woman who spoils me and allows me to pick through the bottom of her purse for the last piece of candy. Sadly, that was far from my reality. My Nana was in no way the sort of grandmother a child would imagine having. She was an extremely closed off woman who only ever appeared to care about one person, and his name was David. My Nana had four children: Sheila, the oldest that passed away when I was three; my mother, Sherrie, Gary that is now a famous preacher, and David who is the baby and most dependent of the family. For anyone to fully understand my relationship with my Nana I must start from the beginning. My Nana

She is the kindest person I have ever met, and Kim took us in. While we were with her we lived with her in many places including Alabama, Mississippi, and finally Napoleonville. In the course of those years, we formed an unbreakable bond with the Munson/ Dugas family. The most significant women to me in that family are Kim, who I refer to as Kimmy, and one of her sisters, Carolyn Simoneaux, formerly Carolyn Dugas. I call her my Aunt Carolyn. They both engage us so heavily in their lives I feel like a part of their family. Every year Aunt Carolyn hosted a Christmas party that was exclusively for the family, but each year we were invited and attended. I believe we have been adopted into their family; they are what I feel a family should resemble. I am so close to everyone that I am still called the “grandbaby” of the family. Sadly she passed away two years ago and I miss her