This is Who My Grandmother Is
A huge heart and eyes that smile, (I could feel her heartbeat miles from here.) A worker, (she NEVER gave up, no matter how hard the obstacles were of which she would hope to overcome.) Someone so inspirational, that I could never forget her, even if I tried. I want her to feel the same, or at least be around, still, today. She really is so much stronger than a lot of people; therefore, She is My Hero. And, when I think of it, I should've spent more time, instead of simply thinking of spending the time. But, we unfortunately can't rewind, and change the past, so when my time has come, I look forward to seeing her, once more. One thing I'll always remember is how she'd helped me, especially when it came to finding myself out. Through hard feelings and vulnerability, she'd help me collect, and rethink. Grandma, you are my hero, and your inspriation and your stability, remains, undying. Here I am. And, I am already missing your generous laugh and your rapid kindness. Time, with you, flew by so fast. That's probably because we'd always be having fun. Too much fun to care, at all, about whether or not the time of day was slipping away. And, things felt all right; with her, things felt safe. But, there are no words, no matter how hard I may try to rationalize, for me to express all of her love, strength, and dignity. Or, my over-analyzation of the way that she must have felt inside. Her best intentions went towards dropping simple, truthful hints, and/or reminders of the good people we all are, on the inside. And, the fact that she could do that made her able to look past a person's light mask and dark disguise. What an insightful reminder of the fact that she is the kind of person whose undying strength, love, faith, and hope will survive in others' hearts, forever. Her brilliance and her class went above and beyond, and she inspired me with her bravery, and her rebellious steps forward. I'll love her, and I'll miss her, forever, as will everyone. And, one thing I'll always remember, is that exact look, (that exact sparkle), that would appear in her eyes, whenever she'd really be thinking of how much she loves you. She looked as if she'd urged to jump right into your mind and erase every worry or painful time. Make things sublime, and then jump back, into her own skin, and go on with life. Oh, I will miss the long conversations, a lot. And, her undying love, is remembrace of her, enough. Ruth Evelyn Peterson is My Grandmother. And, her role in my life does not end here. There is no end to a loving existence. There is only tomorrow to look forward to.
P.S., Grandma--only between you and I--sometimes, I felt as if we had the same heartbeat. I Love You. RIP, Grandma.
Love ((ALWAYS)),
Alicia Nicole Peterson.