Memoravle Experience

Today, I look back through wonderful memories, memories of childhood, memories of my grandmother and I shared. I remembered playing games, cards and putting together puzzles, which I still have stored in my attic. On occasion when I would spend the night over my grandmothers house I would run downstairs and wake her, when I had a bad dream and we would stay up all night and watch I Love Lucy reruns. She was very comforting. She showed a lot

of affection not only for me, but also for my brother and sister. All of us have experienced the same happiness our grandmother brought to our lives.

In 2002 my best friend's grandmother died of cancer. It was a tragedy, but as usual, my grandmother used her power of healing and got her family back on their feet. I remember she cooked for my friend's dad and her brother and sisters for two weeks. If you asked my friends about my grandmother they would say, "That woman has a heart of gold." I agreed one hundred percent. I think the reason she is such a wonderful person is because the Holy Spirit resides within her. She is very holy and has persuaded me to go to church with her every Sunday for as long as I can remember. She belongs to the RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults), which gives people the opportunity to become part of the Christian religion.

About 7 years ago my grandmother decided that she wanted to pursue her lifelong goal of creating her own daycare. She knew it would be hard work raising three grandchildren, doing housework, and taking care of my grandfather at the same time. Nevertheless, in the long run, she believed it would pay off. What my grandmother didn't realize was that not all things pay off in this unfair world. After 7 hard, dedicated years of school, she graduated on a warm spring day. It was somehow better than perfect. It was unbelievable. My mom and her family drove up from Virginia to celebrate this fantastic day. It was the first time I ever cried from being happy.

It's surprising how fast a life can change. Two months later, the unpredictable happened. My grandmother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age 70. This made me sick. I could not believe after all the good she had done for people, this could happen. This was the hardest time for me. I was very confused and cried every day. My faith in God just about disappeared, and so did my grandmother's dream of becoming a teacher. In my mind this tragedy didn't only affect my family, but the entire community.

From day to day I would watch my grandmother who was full of boredom and depressed. Every day she would take pills that would help her function. Since there is no cure, she can only pray for a miracle. Pray, that is what I would do all night and day. Somehow I still feel