If you ever wonder why bad things happen to good people, it’s because God knows they’re capable of handling it. ” Reading this quote makes me think of someone who was very special in my life, because she was able to handle things anyone else might think are unbearable. That person was my grandma Marilyn Doyle. She had many influences on me, a few are how she had such an open heart, was very accepting, and she was very confident in what she believed in. It’s incredibly difficult to put into words how much she really meant to me.
She had a genuine smile, which flashes into my head every time I think of her. She was a very strong-willed, independent, and a loving person. Although I didn’t get to spend as much time with her as I would have liked to, I felt as though we had a very special relationship. My grandma was born on October 20th, 1941, and grew up on a farm in Epiphany. She worked at the Canova and Mitchell bank, and was also a substitute teacher. My grandparents lived on a farm outside of Alex. She and my grandpa had 6 children together. She also had 13 grandchildren.
She was always doing something if it was from going to her grandchildren’s’ sporting events, to cooking amazing meals. She was a very faithful catholic. My grandma was a member of the Red Hat Club, and was also a CCD teacher. I met my grandma when I was 5 years old, and coming into a new family with my mom I remember her accepting me as her granddaughter right away. She always made me feel like I belonged in the Doyle family. One of my favorite things to do was to go out to her house and help her make supper and spend the night. I could talk to her about anything.
When our house was being built we lived with her for a couple months. I loved spending every single day with her. I can remember waking up one morning and walking out into the kitchen where she had been making breakfast. I looked down at my plate and saw some weird looking eggs and toast. I had no idea what it was called but I loved it. She had made me sunny side up eggs and till this day that is my favorite breakfast. One of the most awesome times with her was when we were making homemade spaghetti noodles and she looked over at me and said “I love you. When she said those three words I felt like I had made a connection with her that would last forever.
My grandma loved her life; she loved her family and she loved God. In 2001 doctors had found a cancerous tumor inside her. She had surgery shortly after and was healthy, and cancer free. Then in 2004 she was diagnosed with breast cancer, we later found out that the cancer had spread throughout her body. We visited her almost every day out at her house. When it finally clicked that my grandma had cancer again, I couldn’t fit all the pieces together.
The pieces didn’t deserve to be put together, because cancer didn’t deserve to make sense. And the one thing that was running through my head was that cancer wasn’t going to take my grandma. She would fight it and come out on top and she had the same thing in mind, and that was surviving. I had always pictured her screaming “yes” at the top of her lungs when I made my first shot in a basketball game, just like she did for my older cousins. No matter how she was feeling she wouldn’t show it, she had a smile on her face and acted as though nothing was wrong.
She was a very strong person and never showed her weak side. My grandma was the strongest person I have ever met. On May 15th, 2008 my grandma passed away at the age of 66 after a long, courageous fight with cancer. Although we have grieved and cried, wanting her back with us, enjoying just one last day with her, we know that she is home now. She is shining down from heaven, watching over and protecting us. Her life was a life well-lived. We’ll miss her forever.