Me and my grandmother...

I've always loved the relationship with my maternal grandmother. Some even say I am just like her when it comes to personality. She was always very energetic, loved doing house parties with people who knew, loved to dance, was super lovely with everyone ... Anyway .. She was just like me. So we always got on very well. We used to do everything together. Work on the farm, sew dresses, read books ... We got along very well and always knew I could count on her.

I was in elementary school and, as everyone knows, was time to girls have their first love. My father is a very conservative man who never let his little girl have a man in life but him. I didn't had the courage to come home and tell him that I had met a boy on the playground. I also knew that if I told my mother, it was known that right that she would tell my father. So I used to teld my grandmother.

You might think that the only thing she told me was that the guys are a specie from another planet and that I should always be careful. She said it, it's true, but then she gave me the best advice on how to put all the eyes on me. It was funny. She went to my closet and did the best outfits, went to her jewelry box to get her pearl earrings and there I went to school, ready to leave the boy's jaws dropped. We were best friends.

Until one day, when I saw her very crestfallen. It was not usual. I always saw her ever-smiling and ready to play around. I asked her what was happening. She said it was just a bad day. From that day on, I spent less and less time with her. Always thinner than the previous day and always weaker, to the point of having to spend her days in bed. I was so little that I thought it was just a flu a little more serious than usual, but I was completely wrong ...

On August 30, one ambulance came to my house. Everything was hectic. Ran from one side to the other, worried, restless ... I had a too strong connection with my grandmother, so strong to the point of having a pinch in my heart when I heared a machine beeping ... It was my grandmother... She died in that moment ... a cancer in the uterus stole the life of my grandmother ... I do not know what God might have thought to take me my grandmother when I needed her the most ... Why? I know that sometimes I was to my friends or my parents and never liked to study but to the point of taking away from me my grandmother? It was not fair .. I never accepted ... Even today, I can not accept it. There is so much that I still dont understand in the world, and perhaps this is the biggest question of them all. But every day is a new day and I know that better things are coming but I just face everyday like this because my grandmother taught me to. Face the new day always head up, ready to face new difficulties. Not all that is good lasts forever but not everything that is bad lasts forever, either. My grandmother was one of my greatest teachers of life. I will have her always on my mind and a great place in my heart just for her ...