My Grandma
Growing up, I have always thought of my dad’s mother as my favorite grandma. I always thought she was nicer or something. She is very religious and very kind. My grandpa died two years ago, and during his illness, I was always so sad to see her the way she was. I guess I wanted her to be happy, the way she always was before. I honestly don’t have much else to say about my grandma’s experiences, since I don’t know many of them at all.