Personal Narrative: My Love For Grandma

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

she was simply trying to breath. I told myself that I’d tell her I love her right before we left. Later, my oldest brother arrived. We told him about our granny’s condition then started to leave. I was standing right where my mom was when my grandma looked up and said, “Lisa, she’s not breathing”. My grandma kept a calm yet, loud voice when she said this. They all told me to go and get the nurse. As I turned to obey, I heard someone call my name. I turned to see who it was then all of a sudden so many thoughts and feelings hit me. Regret, sorrow, and loneliness ambushed me all at once. I didn’t even realize that was crying until my mom hugged me. Then I started crying uncontrollably, like that embrace gave me permission to do so. My granny had died three days after my aunt. There were now three generations in that room.