A Eulogy For The Demise Of His Grandmother

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.

Thank you for your kind words regarding my grandmother; she and I were extremely close, and my brother and I spent hours with her. Sadly, she passed away a couple years ago after being sick for a while. A death like hers is so bittersweet. I watched her let go of life, but with it she let go of all the pain of her illness, and that made the loss a little easier. I inherited the ring my grandfather gave her when they were both young and my grandpa had just returned from the Korean War. They got married soon after this and I think about how young they were and wonder how they were able to remain happy for so many years. I wear the ring a lot because it’s like I own a little piece of her. After her children and grandchildren, that ring was probably the thing she loved most in this world, and I’m so thankful I get to carry it.

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 failed to mention certain details in the beginning of my story that I would like to share with you. During my teenage years and before my grandmother had passed, I had experienced true love with an extraordinarily handsome man named Gary, so I was familiar with how it felt, and also knew that I didn’t have that feeling in either of my marriages. Unfortunately, Gary and I went our separate ways, but we have always remained close friends even after I moved away, married, moved back, and married again. He, himself had his own life agenda going on, he married and divorced, and during that time, out of respect for our spouses we kept our communications limited.

Hair down to my butt and within minutes it was chopped to my shoulders.This kind of haircut did not happen everyday. All fifteen of the inches I had cut off were donated to Locks of Love in my grandma's honor. When she became sick with her cancer I decided that I wanted to grow my hair out and give it to a charity that would make it into a wig. Even though my Grandma, who I call Ahme, died when I was in first grade she still remains close to my heart. In the short time that I had with her she showed me how to be a selfless, loving person and to always give to others.

I've told you many times and I'll still want to tell you again, Jan, I really thank God for you in my life. Maybe in this lifetime, you will never know how much I love, I care and cherish you. Whenever you're riding on the road, I'm worried for you because you mean so much to me, even more precious than my own life! I can never afford to lose you.Though at times you did tell me that you care, your actions speaks it all. Those little things that you did said to me will always be kept in my heart, where you'll always be,In the past I had always yearned for a relationship that is genuine and lasting, as for all these, I've found them in you! I'll make sure that the hand I'll be holding will forever be yours. even if i am away on a business trip

As we are driving to my grandmother's house in the early morning, my family gets excited about the upcoming family festivities, and memories to be relived. Family members and friends are so excited to see each other and those family members we haven't seen in years. As we pass all the decorations on the houses, mom steps on the gas to make us go a little quicker, so we can see my grandma faster.

I believe that one time my grandma told me a story. It was about her growing up as a kid. She did not have any sisters or any girls living anywhere near her cause she lived on a farm. What she did have was 3 brothers. Since she lived with boys growing up she did a lot of boy things. An example is for fun instead of playing with dolls she climbed trees with her brothers. I have been researching for about two weeks and know I am here to tell you about what I have doing. Honestly was very hard as a researcher, I didn’t get anything done on the computers instead I did a lot of interviews. I want to tell you when you’re stuck do not give up in 30 minutes. Just ask your teacher for a little advice or some help with researching. I believe that family is very important because all of them will love you and care for you.

One day, I went to one of my godmother's house because our house was getting fixed, that day we were all playing a game (which I forgot what the game was called) So we were running around chasing each other till at least 9:30 p.m. and we were all getting tired and bored so we decided to get a drink of water and play a different game which everyone agreed with,but as we started playing no one was doing anything except for sitting down and saying they are not playing when they were about to get tagged, so we all stopped playing and at I I:00 I went to sleep.

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

The author did a very good job with her choice of words and intonation, it helped that she was in the anecdotes that she told in her essay because it made the connection clear. The author effectively conveys her connection to the actions of others because she has been there before. She has inconvenienced her life to go to someone else’s funeral. Back then she did not understand it, until she was in the family’s place. Her ideas come across very clearly. She shows that the smallest gesture of attending a funeral could mean the world to the family because they lost someone, a person attending the funeral shows them that they are not alone in their grief, that they have others alongside them to help them along in the difficult period.

Grandma's voice was warm, gentle, even beautiful. My grandmother was beautiful, there could be millions of people singing, and I'd still be able to pick hers out its so beautiful. I laid there on the couch listening to her gentle voice, smiling every time she brushed her gentle fingers thoroughly my brown hair. But her voice was quickly silenced by the loud chomps of what sounded like a bear. It was grandpa he was up, dressed, and gobbling down some eggs and bacon.

It had been a regular Sunday, the family was getting together at Grandma’s house for dinner. However, one chair remained empty like always. The chair reserved for the youngest grandson, Benny, currently fighting overseas.

Her poem expresses deep feelings of loss because life might go on as usual for her and everyone around by her loved one will not be there to enjoy it with her.

Several days after Papa received my card and photos, he notified Oma Tine and his sister Puck that he reconnected with Ellen and I, after receiving an initial phone call from me, out of a clear blue sky. Upon hearing the astonishing joyful news, Oma Tine was thrilled for her son and grandchildren, although knowing that it had been my heart’s life-long wish, she was even more so for me. Aunt Puck was equally pleased that the deep family secret of our existence was finally revealed, it was as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from the family’s shoulders.