Alejandra Ruiz

One of my heroes is my grandma, Alejandra Ruiz. She has been there for me through thick and thin. Whenever I needed advise she was there or when i just needed a shoulder to lean on she was also there. I used to call her "mom", because that's what she was to me. Even though I had my real mom, I considered my grandma to be my mom. My grandma practically raised me because my mom was always working so that she could give us what we needed. My grandma would be with us all day and night. She would wake up early in the morning and make breakfast for us. Then she would get us ready for school and she would take us walking. She would leave us there and when school was over she would pick us up.

She was the perfect grandma and I wouldn't change her for anything in the world. She always helped out where she could. She would take care of everything around the house and she would take care of us. She would go out and clean her yard every week and I would help her. My grandma was so intelligent even if she didn't go to school but she knew about life. She knew everything there was to know about it and she would constantly give me advice. She would get sick sometimes because of her diabetes but she always seemed like there was nothing wrong with her. One day though, she couldn't pretend like she wasn't sick anymore and she had to be rushed to the hospital.

I would go and visit her but it was really hard for me to see her like that. I would tell her about my day at school but she couldn't answer back because she couldn't talk anymore. Then all of a sudden at about 4:30 am we got a phone call from my aunt telling us to go to the hospital quick because my grandma only had one hour to live. We went as fast as we could but the ride seemed to take forever. When we got there everybody was there already and they were all crying. The pastor prayed and read the Bible and in about 2 hours we noticed that my grandma wasn't breathing too well and then she just stopped breathing and that's when we knew she was gone forever.

We had a big funeral for her and all the people that loved and cared for her were there. Towards the end of the service they showed a video of a lot of pictures of my grandma and I started to cry some more. It made me realize that I was going to miss her so much. When we went to the cemetery everybody put flowers on her coffin. Then some men started to lower her down and I realized that I was never going to see or feel her ever again. Something inside of me told me not to worry and that everything was going to be ok. I know she's watching over me from heaven and I'm really thankful that God let her be my grandma.