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"Samantha darling.. I have horrible news.. Grandma has passed away in her ranch in Dallas Texas. The funeral has been rescheduled for tomorrow, but we must fly to Texas today"!
These crushing words effect us all, I had not seen my Grandma in three months and I never had the chance to say goodbye. It is strange that when someone close to you passes away they are constantly on your mind, thoughts transpire into a gallery of retrospect. Two short hours passed and we were already at the airport. Thankfully we packed light which only left one burden. The straining question of ‘who really was my grandma?’. My eyes were drawn to an old couple holding hands and smiling. I asked my mother ‘do you think grandma is with Liam now’? My mother nodded. There was something about her reaction though, she was put off and has been carrying around a worried face for the last few months. "Here is your plane ticket Samantha, I got you the window seat just like you wanted".
While I was boarding the plane with my mum I still felt incomplete as if there was a void in my stomach. I needed to fill it. I needed to work out what my grandma done in her life, what happened before I was alive and her achievements. I began questioning my mum about her, she did not answer them, however she slowly went scuffling through her bag and pulled out an old cherry red book.
"All of your answers are in this book Samantha, now let mum rest until we get to Texas". I took the book from her hand and flipped it over to read the title ‘Nikhitas Memoirs’. A flash of surprise. "These are grandmas memoirs"!
As my mother fell asleep, I turned to the first page to read ‘First day of school’. "I liked my first day of school, I got an award for spelling and tomorrow we learn division". After reading this section, I was captivated by happiness. I came to a chuckle imagining Nikhita as a little kid and just learning how to spell.
I wanted to know more so I skipped to the next chapter which read ‘First love’. I was immediately intrigued. "I found my first loyal and honest man, his charm was a spell, I am addicted. High School prom tomorrow, so excited!" I could relate to this! I can't believe my grandma had felt the same way as me. My prom is in a month and I have been talking to this boy about going together, I smiled once again and began to picture the experience in my mind. With more interest I turned to the next chapter.
It read ‘The Cold War’. "Such a torment of humanity, death for no cause other than power of two nations… my boyfriend was sent to Vietnam and was killed, a horrible day for mankind." I was silenced, never before have I seen this much despair come from grandma, wiping away tears from my face, I looked out the window to see our plane penetrating the blanketing clouds.
‘Meeting Liam Robertson’. "God has sent a gift through these dark times, he saved me from aggravated grief. He has literally ‘turned my frown upside down’. This chapter was very relieving, like the comfort of kindred spirits, I realised this was the beginning for grandma and grandpa as a relationship. I smiled once again and read on.
‘Marriage’, "The best day of my life, my father walked me down the aisle to the man of my dreams. Tonight is our honeymoon were we dine in heaven amongst the blossoms of Paris". This time I was tearing up for a different reason. I put myself in her shoes, the imagination of marriage made me feel on loves ecstasy.
Turning the page I read on…
‘Catherine’, I stopped and glanced at my mother, as she laid there sleeping. Back to the book I ventured again. "The Cold War has vanished! All thanks to a man named Mikhail Gorbachev! To make this day even better I have given birth to a beautiful girl. Liam and I both agreed on the name Catherine". Leaning over, I kissed my mother on the cheek. I have never seen such beautiful language, it has helped me appreciate my mother a lot more and I know have much more respect for her hard working attitude.
‘Death Of Liam’, "When someone is your world, what is left when they leave? The love of my life has gone, 19 years of being together and the car accident has left him fallen. A terrible horrific day, Catherine and I will work our way through this".
I was silenced, all I could do was empathise the situation…
Reading on, ‘Cancer’. "A check up turns into disaster, I am now a cancer patient. I will not tell anyone this. Catherine gave birth to a beautiful grandchild called Samantha. Her eyes were the cure I so desperately needed".
I closed the book and wept of joy and grief. A powerful emotional rollercoaster. I scuffled through my bag and pulled out my book of memoirs and pulled out a pen from mums bag. I mark this day and begin writing about the journey of emotion. As the plane now took its descent into the state of Texas.
These crushing words effect us all, I had not seen my Grandma in three months and I never had the chance to say goodbye. It is strange that when someone close to you passes away they are constantly on your mind, thoughts transpire into a gallery of retrospect. Two short hours passed and we were already at the airport. Thankfully we packed light which only left one burden. The straining question of ‘who really was my grandma?’. My eyes were drawn to an old couple holding hands and smiling. I asked my mother ‘do you think grandma is with Liam now’? My mother nodded. There was something about her reaction though, she was put off and has been carrying around a worried face for the last few months. "Here is your plane ticket Samantha, I got you the window seat just like you wanted".
While I was boarding the plane with my mum I still felt incomplete as if there was a void in my stomach. I needed to fill it. I needed to work out what my grandma done in her life, what happened before I was alive and her achievements. I began questioning my mum about her, she did not answer them, however she slowly went scuffling through her bag and pulled out an old cherry red book.
"All of your answers are in this book Samantha, now let mum rest until we get to Texas". I took the book from her hand and flipped it over to read the title ‘Nikhitas Memoirs’. A flash of surprise. "These are grandmas memoirs"!
As my mother fell asleep, I turned to the first page to read ‘First day of school’. "I liked my first day of school, I got an award for spelling and tomorrow we learn division". After reading this section, I was captivated by happiness. I came to a chuckle imagining Nikhita as a little kid and just learning how to spell.
I wanted to know more so I skipped to the next chapter which read ‘First love’. I was immediately intrigued. "I found my first loyal and honest man, his charm was a spell, I am addicted. High School prom tomorrow, so excited!" I could relate to this! I can't believe my grandma had felt the same way as me. My prom is in a month and I have been talking to this boy about going together, I smiled once again and began to picture the experience in my mind. With more interest I turned to the next chapter.
It read ‘The Cold War’. "Such a torment of humanity, death for no cause other than power of two nations… my boyfriend was sent to Vietnam and was killed, a horrible day for mankind." I was silenced, never before have I seen this much despair come from grandma, wiping away tears from my face, I looked out the window to see our plane penetrating the blanketing clouds.
‘Meeting Liam Robertson’. "God has sent a gift through these dark times, he saved me from aggravated grief. He has literally ‘turned my frown upside down’. This chapter was very relieving, like the comfort of kindred spirits, I realised this was the beginning for grandma and grandpa as a relationship. I smiled once again and read on.
‘Marriage’, "The best day of my life, my father walked me down the aisle to the man of my dreams. Tonight is our honeymoon were we dine in heaven amongst the blossoms of Paris". This time I was tearing up for a different reason. I put myself in her shoes, the imagination of marriage made me feel on loves ecstasy.
Turning the page I read on…
‘Catherine’, I stopped and glanced at my mother, as she laid there sleeping. Back to the book I ventured again. "The Cold War has vanished! All thanks to a man named Mikhail Gorbachev! To make this day even better I have given birth to a beautiful girl. Liam and I both agreed on the name Catherine". Leaning over, I kissed my mother on the cheek. I have never seen such beautiful language, it has helped me appreciate my mother a lot more and I know have much more respect for her hard working attitude.
‘Death Of Liam’, "When someone is your world, what is left when they leave? The love of my life has gone, 19 years of being together and the car accident has left him fallen. A terrible horrific day, Catherine and I will work our way through this".
I was silenced, all I could do was empathise the situation…
Reading on, ‘Cancer’. "A check up turns into disaster, I am now a cancer patient. I will not tell anyone this. Catherine gave birth to a beautiful grandchild called Samantha. Her eyes were the cure I so desperately needed".
I closed the book and wept of joy and grief. A powerful emotional rollercoaster. I scuffled through my bag and pulled out my book of memoirs and pulled out a pen from mums bag. I mark this day and begin writing about the journey of emotion. As the plane now took its descent into the state of Texas.