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

she always laughs...   Suicide makes me think of my grand bring forth and uncle whom I never met. Each took their lives before I was born. I spoke with my catch well-nigh Grandma Ruth yester twenty-four hours evening. She delights in telling me how untold Grandma Ruth would have loved me.   We didnt talk about her often. She died when my mother was a junior in high 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 grandfathers are called by their last names granddad P. and Grandpa R. My other grandmother was called Amah 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 dollar, instructing him to send their oldest child to college. Then she took the mass to the bridge where she jumped. My grandfath er saved that dollar all these years, but has disoriented 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 noetic hospital we have a sock doll she make in the institution. We have a wonderful pair of green sunglasses she wore two 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 one-quarter item is a large gold cross. The voice my grandmother hear in her head was the voice of god. It was no doubt the voice that told her that she necessary to leave this planet.   Grandma Ruth and I would have gotten along so well. I would have curled up on a moderate 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 giddy happiness every clip 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.