The Story That Must Be Told

As a child, every summer i went up to see my Nana in Buffalo, these times were when i really got to spend time with my family and they were some of the best times of my life. Being so young and in such an old house, I made so many different stories in my head about things that most of the time did not happen. My Nana was the strongest women I even knew, having her husband die in his early 30s and having to raise 3 young girls by herself, she was amazing. She was the classic Italian woman, she made her house feel more homey than my actual home. She was so comforting, and made me feel so happy. My Nana was my inspiration for the classic grandmother, she cooked, cleaned, and gardened all the time, she was never not busy. No matter where you were she always made you feel at home. I remember as a kid going up there and at dinner, we all sat around a big table and ate some of the most amazing food i have ever had. People would show up and we would all be so happy. Neighbors would come, all family members, friends and we all enjoy a classic italian meal. I have so many amazing memories from my child hood up in Buffalo. The last time i saw my Nana before she went into the nursing home, she asked me "do you like it up here?" and of course i said i did because i was with my family and it was amazing and she told me "good, i love having you up here," this last conversation i will always hold dearly to my heart. When she was brought to the nursing home, and i did go and see her, i was shocked beyond belief at her condition. She couldn't talk or do anything herself and i had never seen her like that before in my life. Once i saw her, i could stop myself from crying hysterically. Although she didn't remember who i was, she did everything she could do to try and comfort me, she kept telling me "no no its okay," even though in reality i knew it wasn't okay. That was probably one of the hardest days of my life, I never thought i would see the strongest woman ever like that. When she actually died, I wasn't surprised, but of course i was terribly upset. After my mom told me i couldn't go up for her funeral it hit me, i was never going to see her again. I couldn't believe my mother wasn't letting me go to see my only great grandmother's funeral. I had only dealt with one death before in my life, and that although was very upsetting, was not as painful as this one. Death is the worst thing ever, and i would never want someone to have to go through someone so special to them leaving for ever. Although i will never have my Nana in my life again, she provided me with some of the best memories that one kid could ever have.