Just A Little Inspiring Story I Wrote

She sat in her sewing chair, knitting another pair of mittens that went with matching hats. These were going to be Christmas gifts for her grandchildren.

Money was tight and she didn’t want to not get them anything, so she decided to make gifts instead of buying useless gifts. Annie was an old maid. She had never had any real dream of getting married nor did she meet any nice man who turned her head.

She worked in a factory in the deli area. She enjoyed her job for many years until arthritis took over and left her body useless in keeping up with the fast pace.

She retired and became the grandma or granny on the block. Kids knew if they were hungry or needed help and had no where to turn; they could always count on Grandma. Each child she met, soon became her life and her grandchild.

She was short, under five feet, but her strength in humanity was over the sky. She loved everyone. She didn’t much care if they loved her back. She would still find something good in each person.

Her home was beginning to fall apart, so the community came together and put it back to stable condition again. This included a new heating and air conditioning system. Granny didn’t care much for the cool air; but she sure appreciated the good heat.

When she felt well enough she baked cookies and made big pots of soup. There was a corner market close by and she would gather her purse with her bit of money and walk to the market and get all the day old vegetables she could. She would purchase the fatty bacon or end parts of meat and big soup bones. This is how she fed the little ones who looked so thin.

It was December 1st. The cold temperatures seemed to hit Granny hard. Weather forced her to stay inside more and she didn’t see her favorite kids too much. She couldn’t wait until the weather changed and life became livable again.

She had been spending the better part of the past two weeks making Christmas cards for her neighbors. Each one was cut from paper and she carefully drew a picture and wrote a small line of Merry Christmas.

She finally completed this task and licked the last stamp. She got her boots and coat on. She wrapped a shawl around her mouth and ears.

She went outside towards the mailbox. About two feet away, she lost her balance and fell. She cracked her head against an over-sized rock. She felt blood oozing from her nose and ears. She lay there in pain, praying for someone to see her.

The snow was deeper than usual. She knew she should have not come outside, but her grandchildren needed to know she cared and she was bent on getting these cards out.

Someone did come by and saw her. Calling for 911, the neighbor waited for help to arrive. The EMT’s lifted her into the ambulance, but poor Granny was weak and old, and she died on the way to the hospital.

Her home was decorated by the neighbors and her grandchildren. Sparkly stars rested on fallen snow. Twinkling lights shone through snowflakes on her bushes. A handmade sign and burning candles could be seen from the street. The sign read, We love you and miss you Grandma. We will never forget you; ever.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd