My Best Friend
It is not fully recognizable who your best friend really is until he or she is gone. Many people remember their best friend from when they were little kids as maybe the boy down the street who came down and played GI JOE, or the girl next door whom you had daily tea parties with. Either way, your best friend was usually around the same age as you. This was not the case with me. My best friend was about 65 years older than I was. Yes, it may sound weird, but it is true. My grandma, or "Gamma" as I called her, was my best friend for the first five years of my life. I think that in those five years we had learned so much from each other. We always got along. She taught me good manners but also how to have fun. I taught her that, at even at sixty-five years old, she could still be young.I can still remember the excitement when ever I found out that I would get to go to Gamma's house to spend the weekend, or even just for the night. She only lived about ten minutes away from me; as a result, I got to visit her often. I can remember the smell of her house as I walked in the back door. It was a kind of musty, grandma smell. Our sleepovers were always such a thrill! The were a blast mainly because she would let me
All I knew was that my grandma was sick. She truly was my best friend and also a wonderful role model. My grandma got a few wigs and would always joke about with them so it didn't seem like a big deal. After a few weeks Gamma was not at home anymore, instead she was at the hospital. " Right now, I think that she is just "shuffling off. She always repeated this one phrase that I will always remember:"Old dancers never die. But that did not keep her from playing with me, smiling and laughing though, until she found out that it had spread too much to remove it. Gamma went through countless chemotherapy treatments and lost all of her hair; I did not really understand what was going on. She was always smiling and laughing even though you could see, in her eyes, the pain she was going through.
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