They say that grandma loves herself the most after mom. My grandparents lived in a big, real country house, where my mom was born and raised. My favorite were the weekends when we went to my grandparents' house in the countryside, as well as the time we spent there over the holidays. My grandmother was like a meteorologist because she always knew what the weather would be like tomorrow. She says that when you see a reddish sky in the distance, it means it is very hot during the day. My grandmother died ten years ago. Even today, I remember how she always fulfilled our wishes. Our favorite cakes, gingerbreads, were always waiting for us. I wrote down the recipe, how they are made ... I tried to make them myself, but they are not as beautiful as my grandmothers.
She was one of those grandmothers who are always happy and smiling, and who are constantly doing something and going somewhere. She was always flushed, whether from the heat or the cold. While she was on her feet, she worked and that moved her. For a long time, I viewed her as someone who was the support of an entire family. She took care of the whole family, did all kinds of chores, but she always kept her head high.
Grandma has been gone for several years. The last thing I remember are her smiling eyes in the house, and then the muffled moans in our home.
Today is exactly ten years since you closed your eyes forever. The day my mom told me that your heart had stopped beating and that you had left us was the worst day of my life. The hardest part for me is the Christmas holidays, I always make cakes for you, I even made a package for a year and then sat down and cried because I had no one to send it to. I am very sorry that I was not with you before I died to pray once more together, to hug you, to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me in life.
You were lucky because you had such grandmother.I know it is severe because is not with you anymore but the memories will always liv and be in your heart.