My grandmother was a wonderful and strong person. She survived world war 2. She was a doctor’s assistant. After the war she made clothes and sold them to make money. I truly respected her determination and will. She was a survivor. She did what she wanted to do. She loved me so much. Many times I wished she was my mother. She would always tell me your bringing boys home again. I would tell her, “not my fault”. She wanted to tell me right for the right man, but she didn’t because of my parents. She was kind and warm hearted, and she was headstrong. She was my friend. I would sit with her and watch shows. Golden girls, All in the family, and some old movies. Boy, I miss her. She never gave up on me. Her food was good and her warmth was my blanket. She would let me stay with her at the beach, and in the winter she would go to Florida where it was warm. I am glad she came into my life. She will never be forgotten. Spiritually she is still with me and my grandfather too. I never knew him, but I knew he loved reading. Love for them will never die. I respect them both. It is unfortunate my parents didn’t turn out like them. But you can’t win it all. My grandparents are in my heart. My mother’s mom was cool too. She was independent and she worked until she couldn’t. They will be in my heart and mind always.
Have a good day or night. Thanks for reading Avril
Beyond Our Universe 