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What matters to you, and why?
A few years ago my grandmother's health deteriorated after my grandfather died unexpectedly in his sleep. My grandmother had given up on life after she lost her husband of sixty years. She did not want to be a burden to her kids who were married and had children of their own. However, she did not know that we would go to the ends of the earth to help her and support her. One morning my uncle called to say that my grandmother was very ill and did not have much time left to live, so my family and I drove to Mexico to say our last goodbye. My grandmother had always been a strong, independent, and energetic woman. I was speechless and deeply saddened when I saw her lying in her bed so frail and powerless. I had been warned that she may not be able to remember who I was, but when my family walked into the room her face magically lit up. She was unable to communicate, but she didn't have to; her weak smile and bright eyes said everything she needed to. I spent every possible moment by her side talking to her, feeding her, and holding her hand. I was glad to be there and make the life of the woman who built our family a little bit happier. After our visit, my grandmother's health improved dramatically. I was astounded by what our help and our love had done for her health. Our presence helped her realize that she was not alone and that she was loved. She taught me that when I am old, sick, speechless, and unable to remember my family they will undoubtedly be there to comfort me. Family matters to me because through the years my family and I have shared love, joy, tears, fun, but above all we have taken care of each other.
What matters to you, and why?
A few years ago my grandmother's health deteriorated after my grandfather died unexpectedly in his sleep. My grandmother had given up on life after she lost her husband of sixty years. She did not want to be a burden to her kids who were married and had children of their own. However, she did not know that we would go to the ends of the earth to help her and support her. One morning my uncle called to say that my grandmother was very ill and did not have much time left to live, so my family and I drove to Mexico to say our last goodbye. My grandmother had always been a strong, independent, and energetic woman. I was speechless and deeply saddened when I saw her lying in her bed so frail and powerless. I had been warned that she may not be able to remember who I was, but when my family walked into the room her face magically lit up. She was unable to communicate, but she didn't have to; her weak smile and bright eyes said everything she needed to. I spent every possible moment by her side talking to her, feeding her, and holding her hand. I was glad to be there and make the life of the woman who built our family a little bit happier. After our visit, my grandmother's health improved dramatically. I was astounded by what our help and our love had done for her health. Our presence helped her realize that she was not alone and that she was loved. She taught me that when I am old, sick, speechless, and unable to remember my family they will undoubtedly be there to comfort me. Family matters to me because through the years my family and I have shared love, joy, tears, fun, but above all we have taken care of each other.
