As a child growing up my parents would visit my Great grandma that is severely ill because of her age and past life problems. She also raised my father so thats why we visited her so often. Nothing made me more upset than having to go on an 11 hour flight to Puerto Rico. Then having to stay 5 days in a motel close to the hospital home and then every day of our trip we go and visit her at the clinic that had this dreadful stench and a countless amount of “ill” people. Not having a clue of the life they were living or that amount of happiness they got when family came to visit.
Visiting my Great grandma was always a hard for me. Especially because we would always visit her during Christmas i would tell my parents that “they are ruining my Christmas vacation by making me come visit her” because it was all the way in Puerto Rico!.” Walking into the clinic for her was the worst. Disabled people that can barely even talk and walk were everywhere! They also smelled like urine which caused the entire facility to have that stench. I was afraid to get near them as a child because i was afraid they would try to hurt me by the way they walked . Little did i know about everything they were going through on a daily basis.
The last time i visited my Great grandma i realized how careless and terrible i acted before letting those thoughts about her run through my head. The second i walked into her room she looked at me and had the most biggest smile on her face, that runs in the family. I walked towards her and sat next to her bed and she gave me a big hug with the little strength she has and with her beautiful smile and began to make noises with her mouth, trying to communicate or let me understand with what shec was thinking in her head. At that moment nothing in the world was greater than being right there, by her side. As i looked at my Great grandma lay on her bed i saw the way she lived her life and how fortunate my...