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She is 66 years old, but looks as if she is 50. Her body is so frail, but so young at heart. Loving and caring to everyone, no matter what. She always has a smiling face. That is my Granny.
When I was a child, I was always having accidents. She would come to the rescue with a Band-aid in one hand, a tissue in the other to dry my tears, and a loving kiss to make it better.
Now, 20 years later, she is still here to dry my tears and to give a kiss to make everything feel better.
She has been through so much in her life and never complained. She has had a heart attack, a stroke, internal bleeding and ovarian cancer. She never complains about what life has dealt her. I often ask why. Why do bad things happen to such wonderful people? But she never asks why. She always says, "It is God's will and you must trust in the Lord to give you strength."
She endured three moths of chemotherapy treatments and the painful side effects. She was so sick, her legs would quiver with pain. I would have never known of the pain, had it not been for those tiny loving tears that rolled down her cheek. I reached for a tissue to dry her tears, a kiss on the cheek to show that I cared, and a prayer to God to ease her pain. The loss of her hair was painful to see, considering how she has always been a beautiful woman. To see her standing in front of the mirror, staring at the few hairs that were left, broke my heart. At this point, I realized that inner beauty is what makes a person, it didn't matter to me that she had no hair. She was still as beautiful as she had always been.
Grandmothers have a way of teaching others without saying a word. She has a way of loving everyone who comes her way and always putting them before herself. She has taught me so much by taking what life gives her and making the best out of it. She is the person that I hope I can be someday. She is the person that makes me want to be a better person. She is my Granny.