My Grandma.

My grandmother, Dorothy, was by far the best person I have ever met. Just by simply talking to her, you could tell she had vast amounts of knowledge. She was always so happy. Her laugh would just lighten up the whole room, and I can still remember exactly how it sounded. She was such a kind person, the kindest I had ever met. She would be so willing to help anybody. She was a go-to-gal, super dependable. I miss her and think about her very often. She died, I think, 5 or 6 years ago. It seems like forever since she's been gone. She had been diagnosed with emphysema and bone cancer. The doctor said she probably had about 6 months to live. Her condition spread so rapidly that the next time the doctor saw her, she was down to 1 month. 1 month turned into 2 weeks, and 2 weeks turned into "any day now." The closer and closer it got, the harder it was for me to go see her. I couldn't stand seeing her in the condition she was in, it broke my heart. I was really upset when that final day came. I didn't really get the chance to say goodbye or anything, but I kind of think it was a good thing. Instead of remembering more how she was as she was swiftly deteriorating, I remembered her more as the fun, loving, and amazing person that she was and all the memories we had together. I've gotten over and accepted the fact that she's gone, but I still think about her a lot. Her laugh, her smile, her very prescence. She was the best person that I have ever known and probably, ever will know.