A Eulogy For Grandma

The first footsteps we've ever taken are the ones that have imprinted the inside of our mothers' stomachs. Mothers don't just give birth to us, they give us a life to live. Now, some might say mothers are supposed to give birth; it's a natural process that is their duty. It's physically straining to have a child, but it takes a true warrior to raise a child. It is often forgotten how much they continuously provide for us and how many sacrifices they make. My mother has been my inspiration, not because of her title as my mother but because she is the prime example of a what I call a hero.

To my beautiful wife Hallie Baxter, you have saved my life by giving me purpose and perspective. When I think back about the time I was sitting at that bus stop bench in japan, and you messaged me that day. I didn’t know what to say at first, but as time passed and our love grew our wedding day finally came. I knew when I looked into your eyes that day I found the other half of my heart. Never in my life have I gazed upon someone so kind, strong, beautiful or smart. You have stuck beside me through thick and thin. Without you I would have never laid eyes on our beautiful daughters face. I don’t know where I would have ended up without you. But I know I am grateful to be with you every sec of every day. What I’m trying to say is that you taught

If there's anyone who could brighten up a room full of people arguing over which part of the turkey they want, disagreeing over politics, sharing the latest family gossip, it's definitely him. It's Thanksgiving and as I enter my grandparent’s house, I see him conversing with my aunt who's resemblance is uncanny, as he sips his glass of white wine and instantly looks up at me. It’s my grandfather, Gelo.

Year 1861. My dad just left for the war I am really worried about him. What if he does not come home i would hate to barry my dad. It would kill me. And cents I'm the only child who would carry on his name? But life back home is really hard. It's a lot mot work for the family at the farm. Dad is part of the confederate side. We believe that slaves are bad. I mean just because of our skin color we should not make them work for us. We should all be seen as one because in the inside we are all the same.

I needed to write you this to show you how much you mean to me. However, no matter how many words I use, it won't be enough. Just the thought of you makes me smile. And being in your arms is the best feelings in the world.

White, the color of snow, the house he lives in, the white sky, all remind me of my grandpa. He always drives all the way from Toronto to Buffalo just to pick me up instead of sending one of my aunts. He welcomes me with a warm and loving smile. At his house he always gives up his bed for me and would alway asks me what I want. He takes me and my sister everywhere we want and gives us everything we want, even if we don’t deserve it. I remember when he took me out for lunch and he would keep asking me if I wanted anything else and would insist to get me something. One of the things that I love about him are his songs. Whenever we were in trouble or he had a problem he would never get mad. He would always deal with them with

I remember it was a December evening, when my parents and I had just gotten back from the Nutcracker Ballet when they called to tell us that my Grandma had passed away in her sleep. My Grandma had been staying in California with my Aunt Cindy for over six or seven months, and she had been staying in a hospital bed since soon after she got to California because she was very ill with lung cancer. It made me feel very sad to think about her dying.

The summer going into 8th, it was both a joyful and unhappy summer. Unfortunately, my grandpa died in at the very end of my 7th grade year, only a few days before school got out. My grandma and grandpa lived in a large house in Spring Lake only a few blocks away from the beach, and when my grandpa passed it was just my grandma living there by herself. Coincidentally, my neighbors who lived right behind us were selling their house and moving to South Carolina. We talked to my neighbors before anyone else looked at the house because we knew that the situation could not be more perfect. Our neighbors were friendly but we were never really that close to them because they were older and quiet, but we knew that the house would be a perfect spot for my grandma to live so we can help her out. Our family knew that our grandma needed out help and she did not want to live alone, this move was great for everyone. It was settled and in about a month my grandma would be my new neighbor.

I noticed the note on my pillow that you had given me and it made me think about how grateful I am to have caring parents like you two. I just wanted to say thank you, and all you and Mom have done for me. I could not be who I am without the support you have given me. You say that you are proud of me, but I don’t think you know how much that really means to me. I see all of these other kids and their families and all I can think about is how grateful I am to have you guys as my family. The ones with a brain in their heads, and the thoughtfulness to put letters on their son’s pillows and lunchboxes.

Daddy I was your biggest fan. You were so abusive. I really didn’t know any better.

Getting ready for another picnic with my sister. Every Friday after school I pick her up in my old rusted out 68 mustang and we ride to our favorite spot, Louisville park right under the immense oak tree. Today was special, I wanted to give her the best picnic before she turned 13, being her older brother at age 18 it's hard. I don’t really understand some things. She goes through guy trouble and things along those lines. I mean growing up was rough for the both of us, parents divorced right after she was born. Having our mom being the only one to raise our family was hard but we got through it. God, most people I know may say they don’t believe in that type of stuff but, for me that’s the only thing that got me through all these struggles in

Ricky wake up you don't wanna be late to grandpas do you. I am up and getting ready give me about one hour. As I pack my stuff for my grandparents house I put my summer clothes so I will be able to play outside without getting in trouble with mom. As I put my backpack in the car I Get ready for the long ride up there. As I Wake up from my nap I see that we are at grandmas and that my mom looked a little nervous about letting me stay with them this week and she usually is not like this, so i went and ask her why she looked so nervous. She told me not to worry about it and that I’ll be fine as she got in the car to leave. While mom is pulling out she yells out the window I love you and that she will be there to pick me up on monday. As we watched her pull off grandma asks me to come inside they are getting ready to make dinner and she would need some help getting thing since she is getting

I wake up to the sound of banging on my door. I groan and throw a pillow over my head but its no use. I throw the sheets off my bed and trudge to my door. I open it to find my mother way too excited this early. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here this early mother?" I rub my eyes and stifled a yawn as she pushes her way into my flat, "Did you forget Lawrence? You promised me an early brunch before your father and I leave back to the States since you know, you and Daisy decided to stay here for a while." My mother doesn't bother to hide the bitterness at the end of her sentence. She's not happy that Daisy and i decided to stay here a little longer. Daisy just fell in love with France when she got here and I couldn't deny her the opportunity to live here for

First, to my wonderful parents. You have given me a life suffused with love, support and friendship. I have been lucky enough to see eye to eye with you both, and look up to you at the same time. Please never feel that I have had a hard life. I have had twenty-five wonderful years, and I’m grateful to you both for giving me that. I am happy and at peace. My husband Sean. I love you all of my heart, and that is saying something. You, and of all people I know, will get through this. After all, we had been together for two years and it was the happiest time in my life. I have been so lucky to know you. You have been my steady rock, my gentle giant, my best friend, my everything. Having a family with you made my life worthwhile. And you gave me

Visiting my grandfather for the first time was very intimidating as a young child. He had poofy black hair and streaks of grey trailing through his beard. He was so tall that he had to stoop his head when he walked through a door way, and he always had a smell of a dusty campfire but I could never identify what it came from. As I continued to get to know him, I found that he wasn’t as frightening as I was expecting. He would always smile at me across the table when we had family dinners, and he would do this funny thing with his eyebrows that made them look like they were bouncing off his eyelashes. He would tell me stories of when he used to a truck driver for rock bands on tour. One time, he was in Florida and he made a night stop on the side of the road to sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night, he had to go pee really bad. When he climbed out of the truck he stepped right on the head of a sleeping crocodile. He was so scared that he didn’t have to go any further to pee.