Whenever it comes to an open topic to write or talk about, everyone has different views on it. Some will like to talk about things they’ve experienced, some will like to talk about their lives and some like to tell a story. I however, will be the one telling the story. I feel like telling an emotional story in my life. My story will be about my grandmother on my mother’s side.
She left us last year during April and it was a disaster for all of us. There was a tradition when I was young where we would always go to my granny’s house on Thursdays to have dinner because she would cook for us. My granny, to me, is the BEST cook ever. She’s the reason why I love to eat. I would always look forward to Thursdays just because I get to see her and obviously to eat her delicious food. Her specialty was her spaghetti, mash potatoes, potato salad, corn beef and her own Chinese soup she made.
Not only the food I look forward to, I always look forward on her every week questions asking “So, school was boring today I presume?’ that question would make me laugh and then she will laugh along which is what I love about my granny. She has that cheeky adorable laugh that makes you want to just hug her so tight which is what I always did. Not forgetting that I love watching the tv series Friends with her. She loves that show, it’s her favourite show. She laughs so hard whenever she watches that show and I love seeing her so happy like that. Seeing her happy is all I ever wanted, seeing her smile, seeing her giggle, seeing her make jokes and then laughing at them by herself.
Then came august 2009, that’s when everything hit her at once. My granny, grandpa, aunt and my two cousins stay under the same roof. So my aunt is a workaholic, she works till late like 11 or 12 so she’s never really home. Then my cousin Alex, she got a job that followed
In October 2009, she was showing weird signs like getting sick, not wanting to eat, not wanting to go out, she doesn’t want to cook nor do anything at all. So we all got worried and took her to the hospital. They said she’s not sick or anything but she’s just very weak because she doesn’t eat and all that. Later on, we found out she was depressed. We then went to my granny’s everyday and we tried our best to cheer her up, make her eat but no, she just wouldn’t want to do anything. She wouldn’t listen to us, she wouldn’t let us take care of her, sometimes, she wouldn’t even want to walk.
I could not believe my eyes. How can a person just change like that? She was so happy and she was MY granny, how did this happen I don’t understand. She then became so skinny and lacked of glucose and all such.
It kept on going until April 2010. I remember that day. It was a Tuesday and I had to stay back for my Blue house practice. We couldn’t bring phones to school and it just so happened that I needed to call my mum and tell her that my friend will send me back so she doesn’t have to pick me up. I kept going on saying you don’t need to pick me up, and all she said was “Evelyn Evelyn Evelyn Evelyn, LISTEN TO ME!” I was scared, I didn’t want to know what she was going to say and she then said “grandma passed away this morning,