The Little Things About My Grandma

I've been thinking about my family a lot recently but the one person who always stays in my mind is my grandma. While in the shower, come on people you know that's where you think about what happened today and about life, I used this soap my friend Marriza have me for Christmas that smells like lavender. Now let me say this right now: I remember things mostly off smell. I can tell you how the day my brother was born smelled or how my room smells in the summer or how the shirt of my uncle smells like when I was 6. Its scent memory. Anyways once I smelled it, I instantly got a flash back of my last trip to Mexico. While I was in the shower. I swear guys I'm not this creepy but in my head I instantly got an image of my grandma's shower on the second floor of the house. And it smelled completely like lavender. Lavender to me smells like my grandma. And how much I miss her. After this I started thinking of all the little things that make her so special. Like the way she used to fret every time we arrived to her house and when we left she would cry a river, I'm not exaggerating she must have drank a bunch of water because she went on for hours, or when she would freak out because I would wear black, her least favorite color in the world, or just the way she used to cry with so much emotion that it would bring me to tears instantly. God knows I love my grandpa but when my grandma died it hit me hard. I have only cried twice at school: when my grandpa died and when my grandma died. The difference is that I cried the whole damn day after she died. My grandma had some quirky things too like how she only wore nightgowns or only had half her pinky or would give me her laundry to wash, after she embarrassingly asked if I would wash it for her, in a small little ball, or how he loved to hear my siblings and is sing. The last time she heard us she cried, which of course, made me cry. My grandma was one of the most strongest, fierce, and hardworking woman I have ever met. 

I just thought I'd write about these thoughts and my amazing grandma because sometimes you just gotta let it out. And I know if she was here she'd listen to me. 

I love you Mama Maria, 

-Natalia