My Grandmother

My Grandmother is 70 yrs old and probably more active than I am. She is sweet, caring, funny, stubborn, aggravating, and absolutely wonderful. I remember my grandma taking my sister and I to amusement parks, and horse back riding. When we would stay the night we would get scary movies and have a ball with a take and bake pizza and popcorn. She adores my children and they adore her. Her and my son are a couple of goof balls when they get together, making jokes and telling silly stories. It's quite entertaining.

My grandma has always been there to talk, and any other time I needed her. Sometimes she drives me crazy, but hey isn't that what family is for? She is queen of guilt trips, a trait I have proudly taken with me. You would be surprised by how well that stuff works. She probably wouldn't see it as a good thing, but I think it's quite amusing. She worries more than any human being I know. She worries about her weight way too much, geeze she's 70 I think it's probably all right for her to be a few pounds over what she thinks she should be. I wish my grandma knew that she is wonderful and beautiful just the way she is. She worries about my weight. I know it's because she wants me to be happy and healthy, so I let it go, well most of the time. My grandma worries constantly about my smoking, but I'm trying to give her that one. My weight is just one of those things she's going to have to let go of, especially if she wants me to quit smoking, I am not quite amazing enough to pull off both.

Soon my Grandmother will be having knee replacement surgery. I am excited to have her come to stay with me during her recovery. The first thing she asked me was if she was going to get on my nerves. Well of course, and I will get on hers, that's what people do, but it will work all the same. I'll just lock her up in her room for a bit.

My grandmother's complete and unconditional love for me is something I am thankful for every day, even when she drives me up a wall. My mother recently passed away, my grandmother's daughter, and she worries more about how I'm doing. I can't imagine the pain of losing a child, yet she worries about me. My Grandmother's faith is what I admire most about her. We don't always see eye to eye on faith, but my grandmother always holds strong to what she believes in.

I love my Grandmother unconditionally. Yes, sometimes she gets on my nerves, but the good times happen much more often. I know that I am who I am partly because of her. I want her to remember that no matter how lonely she may feel, I'll be there for her just like she always has been for me, and no, I won't really lock her in the bedroom.

Grandma, If you read this, I think you're great and I love you just the way you are.