I would be lying if I said my grandmother isn’t the very moon and sun to me. Since the day I was born, she has been present at every stepping stone, turning point, and mild event in my life, supporting and carrying me every step of the way. I can guarantee you that a good 80% of my personal items were given to me by her. She isn’t only a supplier for material items, though. Every hug, every ‘good morning’, every meal she’s made, I could feel her love.
My grandmother currently lives with my family and me, but she lived in her own house not too long ago. I practically lived in her house until I started going to school. I’m told that the reason I did not attend preschool is due to my refusal to leave my grandmother’s side. As it is with many children, I was utterly spoiled by my grandmother, so it wasn’t hard to see why I wept when being forced to leave her house.
Very recently I was in my room goofing around when my mother entered and told me to get dressed immediately as my grandmother wanted to take me to Rooms To Go. I like this store, so I didn’t think much of it and got dressed. It was on my way there when I was informed that I would be getting a new bed. I felt a little guilty, but again pushed down my feelings. This was a deadly mistake. Not only did she buy me a new (expensive) bed, but a large mirror, a shelf, a dresser, a mattress, mattress protector, and several warranties. All of this amounted to about $3,400. That price crosses the line of what’s an acceptable gift for anyone! The only reasoning she could give as to why she would do something unnecessarily generous was that she loved me and it was needed. It absolutely wasn’t. Feeling extremely guilty, all I could do was hug her and thank her several hundred times. Merry Christmas, indeed!
I truly do not know where I’d be without my grandmother constantly spoiling me. Every time I see her, my heart soars with happiness. I propose a toast to Alice O’Rafferty, the greatest woman to walk the Earth. I love her with all my being.