My Great Grandmother

For as long as I can remember, my grandma has had a very big impact on my life. (D,I) When I was just a little girl, she would babysit me while my parents were at work. She always told me about how I was such a precious baby, and how I would always take naps with her. She took care of me meticulously when I was growing up. Whenever my family needed anything, she was always there to help us out. I remember when I would come over everyday, since we were neighbors, and she would read me a different story each day with her balmy voice. To this day and ever since then, she always asks me if I am hungry after school and offers me food. She will literally stop whatever she is doing to help someone else. My grandma truly cares very much about everyone around her. My great-great grandma lived to be just over one hundred years old. Once a week my grandma travelled forty-five minutes to go and visit her. She always visited with her and made sure she always had company. However, when my great-great grandma started to grow weak, my grandma started visiting her more frequently. When she passed away, my grandma stayed strong and tried not showing her emotions. There is something in my memory that really sticks out about that moment. We were at her funeral, everyone was crying, except my grandma. She comforted everyone else and never let it show how sad she really was. She kept hugging people and saying something along the lines of, “Don’t be sad, just be grateful we had her for as