Everyone has a special person in their family that they are closer to than anyone else. For as long as I can remember, Shorty was my favorite great- grandmother of them all. She was not just a beautiful and special person to me, she was also one of my best friends. I was able to tell her just about anything, and she always knew exactly what to do or what to say.
Ever since I was a young girl, I would spend school breaks, especially the long and hot summers, with her. I always will remember her house smelling like her favorite perfume Tabu and the fresh baked cookies or pies she had baked earlier that day. She was always full of life with her outgoing personality, warm hugs, and her contagious laughs. All those times I spent with Shorty, I was lucky enough to been able to get to know her on a whole new level. I found out a bunch of information about her that I never knew before. Those wonderful and memorable times I was able to spend with her can never be replaced.
When I was not spending those amazing times with her, I was always visiting any time that I could. Every time, when I would arrive at her house, she would always greet us at the front door with a huge smile on her face and her short arms open wide awaiting her “hello hug.” She always had some sort of surprise awaiting for me, no matter how big or how small it was. On the holidays, especially at Thanksgiving and Christmas, when she would open her front door, you would always smell the aroma of baked turkey, golden sweet potatoes, and all of the other delicious food she had cooked for our family dinners. During those special times around her dinner table, she always told her wonderful and interesting stories about her past, including her childhood.
Later, in her life, she was diagnosed with the disease Diverticulitis. She was in and out of the cold and gloomy hospital. A few years later, she was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. When I...