Personal Narrative Essay: Growing Up In A Family

Growing up in a family oriented around one another was an absolute blessing. I was able to learn and see so many things that others were not capable of experiencing. We were a family of four different generations that were so close as to talk on a weekly basis. I was young when some of my great grandparents passed, but up until about a year ago, I was able to have a relationship with one of them.
My great grandmother was ninety-six when she passed away April of last year. When she passed away, I was in math class and when they called me out of class, I had a gut feeling that was the reason. I packed my bags and darted out of class. I did every thing in my power to get out of class without crying. You see she was perfectly fine up until about six months before she passed. She was still capable of living on her own and baking until the age of ninety-five. She had a condition called macular degeneration; this caused her eye site to become so

It is white, and I didn’t want to get it dirty. For the longest time, I just left it in the trash bag, so that I couldn’t mess it up. However, I decided about 3 months ago that I wanted to use it as my comforter on my bed. I loved the quilt so much that I redecorated my room to match the quilt. Although I am still nervous it is going to get dirty, I think that Mama Opal would be very happy with the fact that I am putting it to good use.
If I were forced to leave my room in a panic and I only could bring one item with me, my quilt would be the first item I would choose. I value and treasure my quilt more than any other item I own. It has more value than any amount of money could pay for another quilt. When I look at the quilt, I can not help but smile, because I think of all the memories I have with Mama Opal and about how much effort she put into making it for me. Although she is no longer with me today, I can lie under that quilt and remember