Every day I thank God for my Grandparents. Know it or not, they are some of the most influential people in your life. I still have my Grandma Elsie, Papa Johnson, and Grandma Iris, even thou she is not my real Grandma, I wouldn't trade her for anyone else in the world. When I was 7 or 8 years old, my Grandma Elsie had several strokes and seizures. She was never the same, but she's still here and going. When I was 3, I lost my grandfather, Pa Pa, or Pa, to cancer. I may have only been three, but I still miss him so much and remember him. Every time I see a McDonald's, I think of our ice cream cones or when we make a trip to the trash dump, I think about riding in his big F250, called "Big Red". Although he is not here , he lives on my heart. When I go to a funeral, and I know this is weird, but this is what happens to me, I'm sad about the person who died, but then I think of him and start crying like a baby. Grandma Elsie is my hero and I've always said I want to grow up to be like her. She kept me when I was little and taught me most of what I know. Now, the older she gets, the more I worry about her. I wonder what my life will be like when she's gone. How different it will be not to be able to go to her house and make a bagel and spill out everything on my mind to someone I can trust and know who will listen. Its funny to get her started on the family, more about her brother and sister in laws and just sit and listen. There has always been subjects I've avoided with her such as her father or my Pa Pa. But today she said something to me that almost made me cry in front of her, which I don't like crying in front of anyone. And it was all over me getting my permit to drive in May. She said, "If Pa was here, he would get you a car. You know that don't you? He loved everyone of you grandchildren. If I was able, I would get you a car, but I can't, but just remember, I love you." All of that from a conversation about a car I will never have. I love her. I love all of them! :)
