Narrative Essay: she always laughs... :: Example Personal Narratives

she always laughs...   felo-de-se makes me think of my grandmother and uncle whom I never met. Each took their lives before I was born. I spoke with my mother about(predicate) Grandma Ruth yesterday flushing. She delights in telling me how much Grandma Ruth would gift love me.   We didnt talk about her often. She died when my mother was a junior in amply school. My mother always refered to her as my mother, so it wasnt until I was a teen that I came up with a name for her. My grampss are called by their last names Grandpa P. and Grandpa R. My other grandmother was called maidservant and her husband was Poppa. One day I had a question about my mothers mother and I refered to her as Grandma Ruth. That has been what we have called her ever since.   Apparently, on the day she died, she woke up in the morning and gave her husband a clam, instructing him to calculate their oldest child to college. Then she took the bus to the bridge where she jumped. My grandfather saved that dollar all these divisions, but has lost it in the past decade.   We have four possessions which formerly belonged to Grandma Ruth. She was schizophrenic and spent half of every year in a mental hospital we have a bebop doll she made in the institution. We have a wonderful pit of green sunglasses she wore both of the nose pieces are broken off. My grandfather had her wedding ring made into a necklace, which he gave to my mother a few years ago. The fourth item is a large luxurious cross. The voice my grandmother heard in her head was the voice of god. It was no doubt the voice that told her that she needed to leave this planet.   Grandma Ruth and I would have gotten along so well. I would have curled up on a chair in the kitchen while she baked cookies. We would have laughed and gossiped and she would have put flowers in my hair. I would have squaled with a cockamamy happiness every time she began a story with, When your mother was little...   I dont know many stories about when my mother was little. She has forgotten most everything, and even now her memory is terrible.