My Great Grandma

My Great Grandma

Looking back at my childhood year which was filled with many unforgettable memories, nothing quite stuck with me than losing my great grandma. The last time I saw my great grandma or as I called her "bibi-ji"was around two weeks before she had passed away.That summer in 2009 , my family and I went to visit her in Kenya. At that time she was perfectly healthy, nothing seemed wrong. So when school was about to start I came back to Canada with my family.

After about a week or so, my mom got a phone call that my Bibi-ji wasn't feeling well, and was currently in the hospital. At that time they didn't know what was wrong with her, she was just really weak and extremely pale. No one ever wants to hear such a horrible thing about someone that they love. They were still doing some tests. My parents didn't tell me that, I guess because they didn't want to scare me. But instantly I knew something was wrong; they were more quiet.

Then things got really serious, my bibi-ji's lungs and kidneys failed and she was on life support. Of course my parents told me this. I remember when they sat my brother and I down, tears were flowing down my mothers cheeks.I was devastated when I found out. My mom told me that there was no hope as she was too old to have any transplants done. My mom said that she was going to go to Kenya to see my Bibi-ji. I couldn't imagine how my mom felt, that was her grandma. I was really confused because one day she was really healthy and the next day she was put on life support. I wished that it was all just a dream, and that everything was just fine.

When I was younger and used to live with my Bibi-ji, I used to be by her side all day everyday. Whenever I had a problem she would always be there to help me out. I remember that every night before she went to bed she would always ask me to get her a glass of water. My Bib-ji loved nature, we used go on nature walks almost every single day. When I came home from school, I used to run into the kitchen just to tell my Bibi-ji what I had done at school that day. Even though we lived in separate countries I would talk to her on the phone.

On September 17, 2009, just two days after being put on life support my Bibi-ji died. Bibi-ji was 93 years old. One night she went to sleep and never woke up. After that my family was broken, it was like a little part of everyone had died. No one in my family really talked much to each other. Everyone was devastated. Today I cherish every thing she taught me. From how caring she was to how she loved nature. My Bibi-ji is my role model, she has molded me into who I am today.Not a single day goes by, till now, without me remembering my dearest Bibi-ji.