This meant that there were issues with taking care of my sister and I when they were both working. My mom’s parents decided to step up to the plate and baby-sit us whenever my parents had to work. Even though it was a two-hour commute, my grandparents were always available to take care of us. My grandparents loved us unconditionally, and would always take the opportunity to come and take care of us. My grandmother would often film me messing around the house, and joking around while my grandfather would always tell us jokes and try to make us laugh. Even though I loved them both very much, I would say that I was closer to my grandmother, while my sister was closer to our grandfather. My grandparents never had it easy through life. My grandfather was the pastor of a small church, and my grandmother was the organist for the church. They devoted their lives to the church and that community, even if the pay wasn’t the greatest. From them, I learned how to show loyalty, trust, and devotion to duty through how they had lived their entire lives. They cared for me with an incredible strength, and I formed a strong bond with …show more content…
At the time, I was too young to understand, but she had developed a condition called bronchiectasis. This is a condition where the lungs’ airways are very impaired, and tasks such as breathing and clearing mucus become hard. It is an incurable condition, but treatment can help the side affects. I couldn’t grasp at the time that I was slowly losing my grandmother. Even though breathing became harder for her, she still showed her caring attitude towards us, and would always babysit us. She had to carry an oxygen tube around to help her breathe, and eventually she had to be admitted to a hospital. Our family would visit her more often, making sure that she was comfortable and taken care of. She eventually passed away near the end of when I was in 1st grade. For my parents, they knew that her time was coming, but for me I still believed that she could recover. The day that she died, I went to a baseball game in the morning, then came home. When I walked inside the house, I saw my mom setting on the stairs, and almost immediately I felt my heart began to free-fall, as if I already knew. I asked, “Mom, did Granny Joyce pass away?”, and my mom replied, “I’m sorry Chris, she passed this morning. I was utterly heartbroken. This was the first time I had experienced a major death in our family. I didn’t get a chance to say my goodbye, as the last time I saw her she was unconscious. I kept denying that she had