In life many of us experience what it is like to be hurt by those we hold dear. As a young girl I saw this first hand that generally the people we hold the closest actually end up being the people that hurt us the most. You expect more from them and their actions affect you on a deeper level the people you hold to a different standard from your loved ones. My grandmother taught me through the hardships she experienced what it mean to be a genuinely selfless person. My grandmother showed me the best way to live is by ensuring the happiness of loved ones even when they have wronged you
My great grandmother, Mama, cared for all her children including her grandchildren, nieces and nephews, and great grandchildren all the same. She allowed anyone to stay in her home when needed and loaned money even when she did not have the funds to support herself. Even as a young child my great great grandmother was older but held a great part in raising me. I never received any form of structured learning such as daycare or pre-kindergarten because I loved being in her company and did not want to separate from her.
Eventually, it became necessary to attend school and it was a hard transition being away from her for periods of time much longer than I was used to. She then started to feel the affects of old age. Her family whom she cared for so deeply took advantage of her poor health and state of mind until they broke her body down completely.
Even in these circumstances she always said, “ I love all my babies”. Those who truly cared for her well being felt it was best she move up north with my grandmother.
The seasons started to change and I began to feel the distance between me and Mama, which was the name everyone called her because she felt we were all her kids in some way, become greater than it ever had been. As Christmas break was approaching my mother received a call saying her health was rapidly declining. We set up a trip to Milwaukee, Wisconsin to visit her.
She told my grandmother, her daughter, that “she would hold on until we got there, but she felt her time was coming”.
The trip wasn’t exciting like an awaited vacation. It was unusually cold and dreary. When we arrived we got dressed in some of our nicest clothes we packed and drove to my Uncle Sammy’s house. When she went up north my Uncle Sammy, who is actually my great uncle, thought it would be good for her to stay with him. We...