Memories of Grandma
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Published: Feb 2006
Grandma wore Vanilla Field perfume. It made me happy.
The few memories I have seem to fade as I get older.
But those few memories I retain are precious and dear.
One of the memories is her nickels hanging from the pencil sharper.
How she never got mad at me for spilling the vanilla, ice cream on her favorite chair.
Or the games we played together.
Chinese Checkers seemed to last forever.
She always watched Oprah every time I went to see her.
Grandma wore old fashion dresses.
She loved the old things that decorated her house.
She went to Church and never missed one Sunday.
I loved her so much. It is really hard to describe it.
I have kept many secrets from her, like how I hated her green beans.
After I gave her a hug in the hospital bed she died.
Her last words were I love you.
The year 1999 is not my favorite year any more. Now she has arrived at heavens door.
The only thing I can do now is be happy. She's in Heaven.
She died when I was seven.
The house she lived in is now owned by a stranger.
I can't describe my anger.
The day the Angels took her away.
I will never forget that day.