YOU THINK THAT I'M BLIND, BOY - OPEN .

[MILLVINA ANNE DEAN]

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Slowly waking from a long night of well needed sleep, Millvina took in her surroundings little by little. First thing that grabbed her attention was her bed. Finally she was in her own bed. Her perfectly sized bed with plenty of pillows and a large, down comforter. She had missed it so much from being gone on the ship. Lethargically bringing her hand up to rub the grains of sleep from her eyes, more and more began coming to her, the most obvious thing of them all being that it was seven o'clock in the morning, since her alarm clock was wailing at her in the most awful high pitched beeps.

With a low groan, she rolled over onto her stomach, straining her fingertips to reach the clock, finally making contact and flipping the switch, ending the mind numbing noise. Now that she was quite a bit more awake than before her alarm clock, more things were coming to her, such as that she needed to clean her house, do laundry, and most importantly, the date.

Her great grandma had been especially important in her life, which wasn't normal for most people. She was a sassy old woman that had so much life in her it was crazy, and Millvina looked up to her more than anyone. She always had the best stories and always let her wear her prettiest jewelry. Her great grandma had been from England, but quite often liked to stay in a vacation home in Sydney, where she would go stay with her all summer. Eventually they had by some crazy chance moved to Sydney from Chicago when she was thirteen when her father got a promotion, which could have been the best news Millvina had ever received. Being with G-gma all the time? It was almost mind blowing how much fun she'd have, especially being new and having no friends.

She would often visit every day after school, since what was supposed to be a vacation home turned into more of a permanent home. She would receive help with homework and would listen to stories and whatnot. But eventually Millvina made friends who, as most friends do, required time spent with them, meaning much less G-gma time. And when she died when Millvina was sixteen, it was perhaps the hardest blow she'd ever felt. Even though she knew no one lived forever, it just seemed as though her G-gma did. She had never seemed sickly or tired, as most old people did.

But even though her G-gma had passed away, she found that no excuse to stop visiting. She had loved Sydney enough to be buried there in the large cemetery, which made it quite easy to go to often. Visits were often made on her G-gma's birthday, death day, and important holidays. This specific day today happened to be her birthday, which meant getting nice and dressed up.

Sluggishly, she slipped out of bed, shuffling her way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and undressing, slipping under the flow of warm water, a shiver going down her spine. As she washed her hair, she thought about all of the times her and her G-gma shared, still in shock some, since she had died only two years ago, almost three actually. But despite the intense urge to cry, she fought it, knowing her G-gma would never ever want to see her cry, let alone be the reason for her tears. So with that thought, she quickly finished up her shower and stepped out, wringing her hair out.

An hour and a half later or so, Millvina was all dressed and ready, wearing a simple necklace she had received from her G-gma and a simple white dress, her G-gma's favorite color.

Quickly, she made her way out to her car and to the cemetery, taking small steps toward the black wrought-iron fence, letting out a long sigh as she stepped underneath it and into the cemetery, the headstones sprawling out across the whole entire expanse of the land, seeming like an endless maze. But she had been here many times before, and knew exactly where she was going, using certain headstones as route markers, quickly finding the headstone she was looking for, which read:

Elizabeth Gladys Millvina Dean
1922 - 2008
Beloved wife, sister, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother

Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure

Millvina loved that quote. It was just like her G-gma to never be afraid of anything, death no exception, and it made her feel much better to think that she was still adventuring and living, just not in human form.

With a small quiet sigh, she sat down in front of the headstone- lady-like, of course -and a small sad smile appeared on her face as she traced the epitaph, quickly turning her attention to her purse, pulling out a small box containing a lily, "Hey G-gma... happy birthday, " she said, pulling the lily out of the box, setting it on the soft grass in front of the headstone, pursing her lips, "I got you your favorite kind... " she said, voice strong and sure. With another sigh, she pulled out a birthday card, smiling at it before setting it down under the flower, "I'd read it to you, but i remember you always got mad when someone tried doing something for you, " a small giggle escapes her lips like little bubbles escaping her throat, "You remember when daddy tried opening your present for you one year and you smacked him on the head with your fork? And got cake all over him? " she asked, giggling once more, sighing, "Well... anyway, not much has been going on with me. Dad did get me that job on the ship, though! Remember, that one you guys always used to take me on cruises on? Now i get to wear one of those uniforms I always made fun of." she adds with a smile, chewing her lip in thought, staring at the headstone as if it's her G-gma sitting there with her.

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