The Comfort of Grandma's House

Shannon Tracy
Charlie McMeekin
Humanities Div. II
6 Jan 2009
The Comfort Of Grandma's House
Not many people have that comforting place that they go when they need a little cheering up. My whole life my grandparents have lived less than a mile up the road from me. With the ability to see them on a regular basis my bond with them has grown very strong. They are some of the closest family I have. Whenever I need a personal escape I go to my grandparents house.
Ever since I was a little kid I have always loved going to visit my grammie and grampie. They were the two people I could go to and not feel judged by, the two I could be myself around, the two who would love me forever no matter what. To me they were everything, my idols. The two met when they were 19. Two months later they were married and ever since have had an amazing relationship, the perfect couple. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be like them, so gentle with their words and loving with their hearts. It was if the second I walked through the door all of my stress and worries were gone. Having them greet me at the door with the smiles on their faces, hugs ready to be given and homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven was always great. The feeling that they care about me and love me has always made me feel more than welcome in their home.
Earlier this year my grampie past away. My grammie took this hard, as did the rest of my family and me. What do I do now? The strongest man I have ever known, one of my idols, is no longer here. For the longest time I couldn't go to my grammie's house because being there without him didn't feel right. Nothing felt right. But as time went on I realized that supporting my gram by going to her house and seeing her was the most important thing to do. Walking into the house for the first time was painful. There was only my grammie greeting me at the door, except for this time there wasn't the usual {text:soft-page-break}...