21. Someone you love/Someone that means a lot to you.
this is my grandma.
She's my favorite person in the whole world.
Grandma Helen is a short little Irish woman who was raised catholic and aspired to become a nun. She met my pop pop at a military ball they used to hold all the time, during some war, and they quick got married. (I wish I knew the story better.) She soon after got pregnant with her first child, Eleanor, who only lived for a short while after being born. Eleanor went straight to heaven, and later they had 4 more kids, the second oldest of them being my dad, George. After having my uncle, dad, and two aunts, she converted to the LDS gospel. She then was baptized, along with all of her children.
My grandma is one of the most social people I have ever met! She networks through the relief society's address book like none other. She is a peacemaker and just like me, she cries very easily. For the majority of my childhood, she was my closest companion. Grandma lives with us, she has her own apartment style home in the first floor of the barn, as our family's house begins on the second floor. I would always run downstairs to run from trouble and chores, and confide in her: tell her everything about the going -ons of our crazy family upstairs. She knew about every boy I ever liked, ever since I was a toddler. She was my chauffeur and my therapist and the best, most loyal girlfriend a girl could only dream of.
I love my grandma, so so much. I think I miss her the most.