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My grandmother is so alone right now. My grandfather died last October and he was her only voice of reason. Just recently, she received a phone call from AT&T telling her about some changes in her phone bill. They proceeded to talk her into dumping Comcast and installing AT&T phone, TV, and internet services...and she doesn't even own a computer. Really, AT&T, really? And to really twist the knife in her wallet, they gave her every phone option they could give her without her knowledge and now her bill is more than our Comcast bill WITH internet and everything.
I am worried about who else could call her up and talk her into something else. It is hard for me to tell her that listening to the idiots that call her up randomly like that are bad because she is so stubborn about these things and just goes along with anything because she doesn't know any better because my grandfather was always there to stop her.
I've been looking through a lot of my old writings from the past few years. I couldn't believe all of the characters I've based off of some aspect of my grandmother. It wasn't just that though.... it was more. I put her in poems, in various journal writings. I've written of her on the Ether before even. She seems to have been the single most influential person in my life. I love her so much.
my grandma cussed more than i do. she was so strong, and so smart... i am not sad she is gone, but rather, i am sad that i never got to really see her as a person and not just grandma. i wish i would have learned how to make pasta sauce from her, how to bowl, and how to properly pronounce "va fungoul".
i miss my granny so much. sometimes i just think about her and i get so sad. however, i can't cry. i am my mother's rock. when she went into depression i was there for her. i didn't cry, i didn't act sad because i knew she was depending on me. i'm pretty sure that i went into depression with her, but i didn't show it because she is so much more important. she had lost her mother, and in a sense I had lost mine.
My grandmother was what held our family together and without her we kind of fell apart. Now, we're are getting things back together. She would be proud. We're as close as we use to be before her death. I think it might have even brought us closer together. Now, everything is wonderful.
My grandmother is one of the most wonderful, compassionate people I've ever met. Granted, she can get angry and be crazy, but over all, she's calm and, most importantly, accepting. She has been the rock of my life, the kind little voice in my head, pushing me to the left or right of trouble.