When I was about seven my great grandmother passed away. She lived a long and healthy life, which she loved to spend with her family. My parents would often leave me with her when they went to work, which was why she was so close to me.
When I was four she moved to America with my aunt and a few other relatives. I missed her so much and could not wait to see her again. After three years she moved back to Ukraine. I was so happy to see her again. I knew that I would finally be able to spend time with her again.
A few months passed and my great grandmother started to get sick. I didn’t think much of it, because I knew she was strong and would be well soon. But she sadly didn’t get better. She passed away in March of 2012. It has been 7 years without her, and I still miss her so much. But I am sure that I will remember her for the rest of my life.