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The white warm sweater of my great-grandmother
Every time I see a white sweater I get a smile on my face. Two years ago my great grandmother died, she was a 100 years old at that time. She made it all the way through her 100 years due to her healthy way of eating, the activities she made like playing the piano, reading the newspapers, learning new poems and constantly singing. She was a great, positive, lovely woman and had a peculiar obsession with her white warm sweater. She would wear that sweater if it was snowing during a winter trip in Alaska or the hottest day of summer here in Monterrey. It was always a constant piece of clothing, we joked around saying it was already part of her body. I thought it was weird at first but as the years went by, that sweater became so normal to me it actually wouldn’t make sense seeing her without it and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She had a dozen sweaters of different colors, types and textures but she would always pick the same one. If she could take a shower in that sweater I believe she would have. She couldn’t stand the fact of being without her white sweater. As the time passed by the obsession started to grow and grow until it was a point in which she stand up next to the wash machine waiting until her white warm sweater was ready to put on again. That was not just a simple sweater to my great- grandmother; it was her favorite possession in the whole world. Because of this I have grown very fond to this particular object, it always reminds me of a much loved person in my life. Once we went to a trip to Victoria Tamaulipas to my baby cousin’s baptism of course my great grandmother had her picture perfect white sweater on and suddenly a friend of my mother’s told her “what a beautiful white sweater” by the look in her face you would assume it was the happiest day of her life, she kept repeating over and over the fact that a woman at a baptism complemented her most valuable possession. When she died it was a really sad day to all of my family members and of course we buried her with her warm white sweater.
