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Losing my grandmother.
Throughout the life of my grandmother, she stood out to be the champion of her family.
She did not only provide verbal support and spoken motivation, but her deeds clearly showed
what a strong woman should do. Her endless effort to see her children live better lives is one
sign of love I will miss from my grandmother. My father once told me that she would wake
up very early in the morning before the morning star appears so that she could prepare them
uniforms and a breakfast every day during their schooling days. She did not worry of the cold
of the chilly mornings; she never missed her blankets but all she did was do her best for the
family so that they may replicate it too to their children and grandchildren.
The love and care from my grandmother were not only felt within the family; the
neighbors can testify this. During hunger, my grandmother provided my neighbors food and
water. She would also do them little shopping and help them raise school fees whenever the
siblings were sent back home. When I arrived at the scene of my grandmothers death from
school, it was sadder than other funerals I had ever witnessed. If I were a stranger, I could
never be able to differentiate the member of the family, the neighborhood and others who
came to see this sad and unforeseen event. Everybodys face showed heaviness in their hearts.
As a Christian, I had to believe that God had a purpose for taking away my grandmother,
though late due to her age, but very early to me. It was not to end this way!

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Burial preparations were underway as distant relatives progressively filled my
grandmothers premises waiting for her funeral. The multitude gave me a company that I
nearly forgot that something had happened during the daytime. Nights were my worst
moment because I knew that the days were fading away and the relatives will soon leave and
my grandmother will be gone for good. I used to pray to God and spend the nights awake
only for the mornings to come and break my broken heart even more; this made me sleep
later after learning that I could not hold the days. It did not take long before the last day of the
burial came.
For love I had for my grandmother, I had to let her know about it even inside the grave, feel it
even in a dead senseless form. I got up earlier than usual this day and with my little pocket
money I still had since the semester was still young, I matched my hometown.
I walked into different supermarkets trying to find nice flowers to put on my
grandmothers grave the following days. I had a great picture of the flowers I was to buy in
my brain but my slippery emotions never let me communicate my wants to the shop
attendants. This made some shop attendant not to attend to me; one even told me that I was
not the first one to ever lose her grandmother. Yes, I was not the first, but I was the first to
ever lose the best grandmother ever. I kept this to myself till I finally got the flower of my
desire and it was as beautiful as the love of my grandmother.

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I kept the bouquet inside my school bag and made sure it was in a place no one could see
it. The night of this day, my grandmother was brought home for burial the next day. People
were so may in her compound; both the members of her extended family and other guests. I
felt confused and lonelier because every member of the household was busy doing
something. I silently sat next to my grandmothers casket till my father came and took me
forcefully to sleep in my room.
The final day arrived, this was the awaited day. I knew that the sun would not set with my
grandmother still on earth. I knew that although her body will start rotting in the grave from
this days, her love and life values she instilled in her family will stay alive forever.
The days activity went so fast that I can hardly recall them. What I remember was the
hearty eulogy of my grandmother that saw almost everyone cry as she told mourners the great
love and strength of hard work her wife was dedicated to. I felt very sorry for my poor
grandfather, he would no longer have the good company she used to enjoy, nobody to sleep
beside him in the cold night. Sorry grandfather. The bursal time came and I really cried as the
ground without any sympathy swallowed my best grandmother. I lay flowers gently on her
grave and I know she feels their aroma even to date. I will always remember my
grandmother, you will always be my song and my story. Rest in peace!

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Reference
Lavelle, Ellen. "Writing style and the narrative essay." British Journal of Educational
Psychology 67.4 (1997): 475-482