Robert Long- My Most Important Day

   My most important day has to be the day my grandmother died. While this is a pretty sad event that occurred in my life, it doesn't mean it isn't important. My grandmother had known me since the day I was born, and I even lived with her for a few years. She and I had a relationship that I've never had with anyone else, and honestly, I'm not sure what drove us so close together. 

   From mid-July to early August, I stayed with my grandma to help with chores and cleaning, as well as to keep her company. It broke my heart to pieces seeing that woman being beaten down by life, but it also taught me an amazing lesson: you need to enjoy the small things in life before the time passes. Over the weeks of her health decline, she still seemed so active and jovial. Despite the constant pain, she still laughed her tongue off while watching TV. She still loved talking to her friends over the phone and reminiscing with them about the "ole days," as she'd say. I wrote a blog post about her over the summer, and the fact still remains: that day will be the most important and remembered day of my life.