Wow. A lot of people here today. No pressure, haha
They say the worst things happen to the best people, and I agree. My Grandmother was a great person! She really was. She told stories and did impressions every chance she got. I hated them.really
They were never accurate anyway. Her impression of Rose doing Titanic sounded more like true love. Those of you who were her students knew a caring, dedicated, and hilarious teacher. Sounds like a good girl. It’s too bad I got to meet her. The woman I knew was short-tempered, distant and narcissistic and acted like little girl. The day I found she was dead, I was attacked verbally by my family members. That’s bad, I know. Sounds like a horrible thing to say, but she didn’t love me only coditionally like most love. She didnt ignore me when I asked her questions or shared my opinion maybe she should have. I was her daughter”s son; she was supposed to care. Her work occupied all her time. I didn’t see why it mattered so much, She was just a mother and babysitter and they were just patients like people around me. I was the one who deserved her time. I was the one who deserved her care but didnt get it. I was her oldest grand son. As I watched her fade away in her house I thought for once, just once, I would have her undivided attention. I didn’t. Even in the last days of her life all She could think about was other people. Her bloody patients. She wrote some of you letters some of you not. They weren’t just any fair-well letters though. She wrote you to tell you what you meant to her. I got alot of letter. It’s not selfish really, I know, but I deserved less. I thought it was okay, though. I thought she would surely change in the end. She was dying. Maybe things would be different. She was going to tell me that she loved me, and she did, and she would mean it.She told me she loved me. I read some of the letters she wrote me, one was to a boy named Arash. Maybe you are here today. My grand ma told Me that she had made her see the world in a different way. Opened up her eyes, She said. Shifted her perspective, she said. My grand mother was a phanatic and I loved her. As my grand mother took his last breath I asleep, but I wasn’t neither sad nor happy, I was angry. Where is my goodbye? I deserved it, didn’t I? I was her grandson! But she was dead. You can all go on and mourn the loss of a “great” woman, but I knew the real Roza. She had you all fooled again.