Childhood Memory (Back at Writer’s Camp)

My favorite childhood memory is something I hope to always hold near and dear to me. My Nana used to work for the phsyc ward at Barf H, aka BARH. I believe it stands for something like Beckley Regional Hospital, or something similar to that. My grandfather used to work in the mines until he developed Kidney failure and had to go through home Hemo Dialysis. That was when my Nana became a nurse. In the beginning it started out with ger dealing with the common needs of the hospital. She looked after old people whose life was either short or already gone, but then she moved to the phsyc ward where she had to take of children that came from bad situations. I always felt horrible for those children. I spent alot of time with my grandparents because my parents had split up and both had jobs and even college for my mother. The way my Nana and Papal used to help was by taking me to Beckeley with them to give my mom a break, or a chance to work. After seeing my parents fight for so long it was nice to turn around and be able to see two such amazing people who loved each other so much. My favorite memory is of my Papal dropping off my nana at work in the mornings. Never once would they be upset with each other when they parted no matter how much they annoyed each other before. I used to look into their eyes and not understand what they were doing but I knew it was good. They just sat in the front seat hold each others hands and starring and smiling at each other. They old each they loved the other one until the last second when Nana had to get out of the car. There has never been anything that meant more to to me than the thought of the love my grandparents share.

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