My grandma Dora died last Easter, so I can't do this again..but I did however ask her a bit about her life whenever she was alive and still able to talk. I miss her so much.
When I asked her about her past however, it was only about how she met my grandfather and that in itself was sort of depressing. She said " Mijah, I did not like him. I'd see him on the street and every time, he'd ask me out and every time I said no."
Eventually she said yes, because he was persistent and he adored my Grandma. I remember her telling me about being a housewife a lot. She had three jobs her entire life so most of her stories were of being a housewife. Of my father and felix burning themselves, of everyone making a mess. She hated messes. When me and my cousin, Sarah were born she took care of us. I remember her house greatly. The toys we had there the old schoolbooks we used to play school with when we were too young to write. Helping her make breakfast.
When Sara died at 17, it was my grandmas house i went to so I could remember her. I loved her, she's where I got my ability to talk, and think...but mostly talk. She did that a lot. I'll post more when i have time
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