Memories Of My Grandmother

My Nana died when I was three years old. I didn’t know her very well. Everyone says things like, “Your grandmother was a wonderful lady.” and “Jenelle was a sweetheart.” They’d say all of this to me and I would try to feel some type of emotion for her but I could never conjure any up. I have exactly three memories about her. I remember her giving me this beautiful baby doll at Christmas. It was black with long black curly hair and she had on this red and white ruffled dress. I am pretty sure I only remember that because there is a picture to go with it. The other memories are of the day of the funeral. I remember picking a red rose off the casket and I held it all the way home. I also remember my mother crying during the funeral, I was sitting …show more content…
We went on a cruise before I went to kindergarten and my mom became pregnant. I was finally going to have a baby sister! I was so excited. Sometime during my kindergarten year, my mother had a miscarriage. My brother was born the year I was in first grade. He was a blessing, but he also had seizures until age 4. Between the years 2006 and 2007, I went to at least ten different funerals. Only one of a person I actually knew. That was Mo, my great grandmother. The next summer in 2008, my Grandmommy passed, she was my dad’s mom. That funeral was what seemed to break me. That funeral was what seemed to really break my family. All of these things happened to me before the age of ten. My family became broken before I even grew to know who I was as an individual. All these things do not include events that happened while I was in middle school. They don’t include the arguments I had with my mom growing up. They don’t include my week in the hospital, the death of my mother’s grandma, Grandma Connie. They do not include the miniscule details that have made my life unbearable at times. They do not include the breakdowns, the fights, the depression, and all the issues that come with