Death For two Please

This summer I lost both my great grandma Vernie and great grandpa Rocky or as I called him Zah Zah, which is grandfather in polish. In most families i know people in my generation aren't close to their great grandparents but for mine we all were close. In early july my grandma vernie died. There was no greater woman alive and there is no woman alive now that you can convince me of being a better person than my grandma. You can think its just because she is my grandma and everyone says they own grandma is the best just like how people say "my grandma's cookies are better than anyone else's" no matter how true or not that is. I'm going to tell you that not only can i say that she was the best person alive or dead but so were her cookies. If you want proof i promise you that anyone who has met her either for a year or even for a day will tell you the same. My grandma's specialty laid in her love and her cooking. She cooked for churches, camps, an impossibly large family with friends, for the homeless, the neighborhood, and also the olympics. Her famous cinnamon rolls are known all over and to this day i can no longer have a cinnamon roll that isn't my grandma's because honestly they pale in comparison. There could be sixteen people over for breakfast and she would ask each person what they wanted as if you were at a resteraunt. Not only would she cook for each individual but everyone ate at the same time and everytime it was more than amazing. My grandparents were poor most of their lives but some how there was always enough for everyone plus the neighborhood and so on. You tell me that my grandma isn't the best cook ever. My grandma wasn't just cook she was something to be aspired to and there is a reason why you can ask any of the family who their role model or hero is and we all grandma vernie without skipping a beat. She went through obstacles as if they weren't there to begin with. One time she started a football team for the neighborhood and she played as well. She would go out with her friends, catch a bus and watch the hollywood bowl because she could. what was stopping her? Every opportunity she would grab onto no matter how random it might seem. It was always "why not?" or "because i can." Mostly I remember her out flow of love she had for everyone. She never judged you and was always there for you. The floor in her house would be covered with people who needed a place to stay the night and get some food. Her presence alone made you want to strive to be a better person and have a better heart or simply just to love more. Even when her body was failing her and she couldn't talk for the last five years of her life she changed people's lives without ever talking or cooking. Her eyes read you like a book but loved your every page. It is her beautiful blue eyes that passed down to most of her entire family including me. Not only that but its because she was the best christian example i know of that made our entire families faith even Zah Zah's who grew up catholic but through grandma's patients and love became one of the best christian men i know of. Their faith carried all of this through. You always saw her light up when cooking or with family but you never have seen her glow until she is worshipping the Lord. Faith like rock i was sure she would be able to walk on water if Jesus had asked her to. You also have never seen true love unless you saw zah zah and grandma together. I know that the meaning love between a man and woman would be lost to me if i never known them. To this day they are the only couple that has made me believe that true love is real and possible. Zah Zah would sing and serenade my grandma all the time and i mean would bellow out so that the world would hear his love for her. He sung to her until the day she died. He held her hand and kissed her though she couldn't walk or talk in her late years. He knew every word she was thinking and would fight himself for her saying "Rock dont you do it." His mind was fading but he found solid ground around grandma not forgetting one thing that surrounded her existance. He held her hand going to bed and never let go til' morning. He would walk up and down the street, come back and tell us that he walked ten miles then turn to her and say i walked a thousand to come see you and i'd walk a thousand more to kiss you. I wish my grandma was still here because there are so many questions that i wasn't old enough to ask and now that i am i would ask her "how did you do it, what is your secret to finding true love like Zah?" "Tell me grandma does love just happen on a lucky chance or is ever growing in the way you love a man?" There is no person on this earth who has influenced me more in who i strive to become than these two people and if they knew that, they would say is love and stay faithful to God because thats who they strove to be. God was so strong in them that merely there presence could effect those around them and draw them in and closer to God and thats what i wish to do. and so i thank the both of them for everything they left behind and am glad that they are no longer suffering and are finally in there true home.