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Monday, February 4, 2019

Grandma Essay -- Personal Narrative Profile

Shes sitting in that respect, a blown-out dumbfound as hulking and vacant and lifeless as the enchanted castles of my dearest fairy-tale stories. The television cries for attention, barely her eyes refuse to acknowledge even its conspicuous wail. Behind tinted glass-is that smudged dirt or a protective coating?-eyes lastly flutter open, the first sign of life. Are they blank? Do they tap for help or scream of past and present pain? I cant say-I havent the courage to look.The world rotates around its axis three times an moment and I run with it. Soccer cleats, water bottle, thither you go. Fine-Ill be t here(predicate) in an hour. Okay, groceries, post office, soccer practice . . . hmm . . . what do you want for dinner party? Family members dance around the kitchen in the ultimate test of agility to rescind tromping on anothers toes. Theres nothing to eatLove you-byeCome back here Pick that up right now A slap of the cupboard door, dashed kisses, and a sprint for keys-trip cr ash yell A disturbed cacophony-entirely normal, unsettling, and dear Grandma sits there. She has not moved. The eye of the storm? Or precisely forgotten by time? Dad and I walk outside(a) from it all sometimes, releasing frustration in fruitless lament. Sometimes we put-on bitterly. Sometimes his words are a painful reminder of a happier and more carefree time. I just had to get out of the house. normally I can take it-but tonight His stride slows in failure. I never wanted you to realize how different she is. I tried-I hoped youd never sleep with her illness. And pretending used to work. Im-Im sorry you have to see it now. She used to do to visit, you know, and you crawl ind her back. I strain to remember lost time and attitude.Grandmas here A rus... ...er a fairy godmother in a white and poofy nip waving a crystalline dissimulation wand and saying the prank words as I am instantaneously granted love and patience and relief from guilt and dread.But there is no magic wand or sudden connection of love and understanding. There is no resolution of perfect peace. I stare at these words and am instead startled, not by supreme happiness or tranquility, but by a resilient hope. The world does not end with this page. I will push print and the world will go on, and I will continue to create my world. Happily ever after is unnecessary. Instead, peradventure I will sit down next to her and simply speak. this evening maybe I will kiss her cheek as she goes up to bed. Maybe I will hold her hand as she struggles up the stairs or joke with her, whether she understands or not. This is no end, and there doesnt in time need to be-Im still trying.

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