30 Days | 30 People: Day 1
Inspired by the great Jaimee Newberry, I’m going to do a 30 days | 30 people post where I write for about 25 minutes about a person who has affected my life. Everyday I will write about someone different, and the order of the people means nothing, just whoever pops into my mind before I start writing. Hope you all enjoy this little writing experiment!
*I will not be editing these posts after the timer is up (just like Jaimee did in her posts) so I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes
I’m starting off with my favorite person in the whole world- my grandma, Diana Bafford. Unfortunately we lost her to breast cancer some years ago and I can honestly say I’ve never truly gotten over it. She was my best friend, the one I would always go to whenever my parents were fighting or just someone to talk to. She was the most loving, caring, and thoughtful person I have ever known. I hope to one day be as amazing of a person as she was.
Diana Bafford was born in Reno, Nevada and had 3 sisters and 1 brother. She was always the jokester in the room and could make anyone laugh at the drop of a dime, no matter what kind of mood they were in. She was always looking for ways to cause mischief with her brother John. They would always play tricks on each other, and whenever John came over he used to flip all of the pictures in the house upside down, which always made my grandma (and everyone else) smile.
She was first diagnosed with breast cancer before I was born or around the time I was born (I’m not totally sure when it was). She was able to fight the cancer until it came back some years later, but not just breast cancer, it had spread to her skin and lungs. When she started going through chemo and began losing her hair, she would always sing “Man I Feel Like a Woman” by Shania Twain and that always seemed to lift her spirits. She was such a fighter and tried so hard to hide the pain she was going through from me. Wegmans was her favorite place to go, and even when she was really sick we would bring her there, oxygen tank and all. She wasn’t able to last very long, but it always brought her so much joy to go, which is why I think no one ever turned her down.
It’s so incredibly hard to watch someone you love be in so much pain. It was so hard to watch the strongest person I knew become so weak and helpless. How could such an amazing person be consumed by such a terrible disease??
I was at summer camp the day she passed. I remember I was sitting at dinner and a camp counselor came over and said there was something they needed to tell me. I remember walking outside and seeing my dad in tears (I had never seen him cry like that) and my heart dropped instantly. I don’t remember hearing the words come out of his mouth but I do remember trying to run away. I was SO devastated and mad at the world — how could my best friend and greatest person I know be taken away from me??? To this day, all these years later that question still crosses my mind. I sit here in tears while writing this post — I have the hardest time talking about her without crying; I think it’s because I never truly accepted the fact that she’s gone forever.
There are still times when something happens, good or bad, and the first person I think to call is her, even after all this time. I just hope she is looking down on me and is proud of everything I have accomplished so far in life.