I was born May 2nd 1986. I’m the third child out of my mom’s five children. On May 6th 1986, I meet the angel of my life. Also known as the grandmother, professionally known as Vivian Ann Cook. Known to all who love her, including my children as Grandma Mrs. Ann. She such a stern, caring and thoughtful woman. Whom I’m proud to call my own. My Grandma Ann gives you anything you could ever want, but she draws the line at eating in the grocery store; Every Saturday, like clock work, we go grocery shopping. Along the many aisles of veggies, meats and lotions, we come to the mother load of snacks. It starts with the delicious sweet mouth watering Starrie O’s, and end with the multi choice color and variety Dr. Not Approved sodas. Every Saturday, no matter how much we swear that I throats are dry that cactus are surviving in our mouth. Or, that we’re so hungry that our stomachs making love to our back bone, we’re always told no! She refuses to let us eat in the store even now when I go with her and I’m 24.
I have a great aunt that had a stroke about 10 yrs ago. She has still four out of seven of her siblings. My grandma’s the one that takes care of her. Every Saturday with my three marvelous blessing Stefani, TwJari, and Abii. Delivers her groceries to the old folk’s home. From the sugar free treats to the loaded soul food plate, fresh from the hot grease at Wal-Mart, all way down to the green recyclable bag was chosen and prepared with care. Rain, Sleet, Snow, hurt back, broken arm, five kids, no kids, she pushes what she going thou aside to deliver these love felt items. On occasions when there’s a ‘Grandma”, you got to come event, then she pushes it to a Saturday or Sunday.
When ever you think about death, certain questions come to mind. Who gets what, leaving no burdens, making your peace with God? My grandma thinks of this and more. When my cousin and I use to visit this machine surrounded by an ocean of graveyards. We would pretend to be in Gone with the Wind or at a picnic in the soap operas. Coming upon age my grandma took us to a special spot in this ocean of graves. It was a quaint spot, with a shade bearing tree, which has survive slavery, wars, and depression. It had a modest tomb stone that stated Vivian Cook and Alfred Cook. She explained that it was under the tree in case she died when it was hot, then the people who couldn’t fit in her over crowed funeral tent would have shade or if it rain it would provide shelter. We ran screaming, grandmas a ghost! Grandmas a ghost! To make light of the situation nobody wants to think about death.
When ,y cousin and I text about my grandma we use Gmas cause She reminds us of Christmas(Xmas).Naturally everyone loves their grandma, at lease I’m told so by the thousands of mugs and shirts in Wal-mart. I bet their grandmothers doesn’t carry around sodas and ice so you wouldn’t have to spend your “hot” five dollars. (Limited founds). My grandmother takes care of her sister no matter what, and never lets us eat in stores. Hands down she’d the best person I’ve ever known. My Gmas everything.
I have a great aunt that had a stroke about 10 yrs ago. She has still four out of seven of her siblings. My grandma’s the one that takes care of her. Every Saturday with my three marvelous blessing Stefani, TwJari, and Abii. Delivers her groceries to the old folk’s home. From the sugar free treats to the loaded soul food plate, fresh from the hot grease at Wal-Mart, all way down to the green recyclable bag was chosen and prepared with care. Rain, Sleet, Snow, hurt back, broken arm, five kids, no kids, she pushes what she going thou aside to deliver these love felt items. On occasions when there’s a ‘Grandma”, you got to come event, then she pushes it to a Saturday or Sunday.
When ever you think about death, certain questions come to mind. Who gets what, leaving no burdens, making your peace with God? My grandma thinks of this and more. When my cousin and I use to visit this machine surrounded by an ocean of graveyards. We would pretend to be in Gone with the Wind or at a picnic in the soap operas. Coming upon age my grandma took us to a special spot in this ocean of graves. It was a quaint spot, with a shade bearing tree, which has survive slavery, wars, and depression. It had a modest tomb stone that stated Vivian Cook and Alfred Cook. She explained that it was under the tree in case she died when it was hot, then the people who couldn’t fit in her over crowed funeral tent would have shade or if it rain it would provide shelter. We ran screaming, grandmas a ghost! Grandmas a ghost! To make light of the situation nobody wants to think about death.
When ,y cousin and I text about my grandma we use Gmas cause She reminds us of Christmas(Xmas).Naturally everyone loves their grandma, at lease I’m told so by the thousands of mugs and shirts in Wal-mart. I bet their grandmothers doesn’t carry around sodas and ice so you wouldn’t have to spend your “hot” five dollars. (Limited founds). My grandmother takes care of her sister no matter what, and never lets us eat in stores. Hands down she’d the best person I’ve ever known. My Gmas everything.