Descriptive Essay About My Aunt

I remember it as if it happened yesterday. The strange sound of my mom's phone was loud and alarming. I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep. Soon after I went back to sleep, my mom came in my room. I sat up in my bed with my eyes half opened, and I remember the puzzled look on her face. It was frightening like if she had just been told something unexpected and upsetting. And at that exact moment, I knew exactly what she was going to say, and I froze in fear. She sat next to me and nervously mumbled ¨Your grandma passed away¨. I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to believe it. The exact same four words kept repeating over and over in my head and I felt like the whole world was spinning. Without even realizing, I then found myself bawling my eyes out. I had so many mixed emotions. I was heartbroken, I was angry and I was upset. My mom told me to get dressed since we were going to the hospital but I refused to go. I was upset and all I wanted to do was to be alone. My mom then left after having a talk with me about my grandma. I started to feel better and I was starting to accept that things happen for a reason, but it also started to feel like there was a huge hole in my

Death. Something everyone deals with in their life. It’s the end of your story. People handle death in many different ways, from completely losing it, to it not affecting them at all. For me death hit very hard. I had never experienced the death of a loved one until my Grandpa had past. I was never close with my Grandpa but seeing him in that hospital bed that he wasn’t going to leave really upset me. This was the first death in my family. It was a horrible event but the death that has really affected me to this day was when his wife, my grandma, passed away.

Now this book. Where do I start? I loved it when I first picked it up about a year ago and I was getting through it pretty quickly. I loved the first 315 pages of this book and I got attached to the characters mainly Amy and Wolgast. Then it jumps a little ahead (About 2 years I think) and we met Auntie, then it jumps another 90 years ahead.

I come from a big family with many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. As I was standing there all alone I thought back to the time when I got to spend a week with Fran. Almost a year ago to the date, most of the family was together for my other uncle's wedding. All the cousins sat at the same table and we had such a good time together. He was a busy person, he

“This is Tim from the paramedics,” he said. “I’m afraid your mother has had a heart attack and we are on our way to Henry Ford hospital now.”

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

She didn’t have to choose me, she didn’t have to provide for me, she didn’t have to love me and she most definitely didn’t have to take me in, but she did. I’m so unbelievably proud to call my mom my hero.

Grandma. I had the best grandma who was there for me like nobody but my sister who was also close to her. I remember Grandma lana coming over just because she wanted to see me and sissies smiles. I loved Grandma Lana. But then grandma was taken out of me, Chelsea and morgan's lives for some reason i'll never understand. Just 13 years later Mama missed Grandma so much she just had to go see her. I remember that day like it's the back of my hand… Mama, Chelsea, Me, and Morgyn, and baby puppy Cami, we go pick up grandma in the big ol truck. We head straight for the Missouri river to walk the sidewalks and let us kids play. Grandma was so happy to see us she couldn’t stop smiling but… just then she sits mama down and tells her “Vanessa,

I will always cherish my favorite memories with my great-grandma. They include making tamales on Christmas Eve, watering her beautiful garden, and reading a book while she would sew. From this experience I learned to cherish lives simple things, that nothing is permanent, and most importantly I learned the importance of being there for someone who has suicidal thoughts. I wish I could’ve been there for my great-grandma and just maybe I could’ve enjoyed her company for a few

I close the car door and step onto the snow covered pavement. The dogs bark inside of my aunt’s house, and my family and I walk in. I am greeted by my aunts, uncles, and grandma on my dad’s side. My cousins, who are much older than me, sit in the living room enjoying the store bought peanuts, popcorn, and trail mix. I make my way past the crowded kitchen and settle on the stained couch. “Yeti”, the classic Christmas SYFY movie, plays on the TV. Unique ornaments cover the Christmas tree, while the dim Christmas lights reveal the dust that lingers on the worn out wooden floor. Before I know it, Lena and Hanse, my aunt’s two boxers, jump on my lap. They lick, drool, and nibble on me with excitement. I pet the dogs, but gently push them onto my sister. Brianne rolls her eyes, and nudges the dogs onto the floor. My grandma rests on the old rocking chair, laughing at the chaos. My aunt Bev sits on the couch beside my grandma. Both are dressed in Christmas sweaters, and have freshly permed hair. It is hard to keep a conversation with them because they both struggle with hearing. Trying to pay attention to the predictable show, my stomach growls; however, the smells that drift into the living room from the kitchen are not appetizing. Therefore, I take a small bowl of popcorn and trail mix.

Millions of stories exist of people who forget to tell their loved ones how much they mean to them, or those who forget to thank others that help them. There was a time in my life where I became more grateful towards others and learned to appreciate everything done for me even if the reasons for it were unclear. When I saw the way my Aunt Estela lived, everything immediately changed for me. She dedicated her entire life and worked selflessly until the end to ensure that her family was taken care of, yet was taken for granted.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.

My mother Christy Rehn has many great qualities that make up who she is today. First, to give a physical description; she is a female and is 44 years old about 5’5 . She has short dark brown hair that goes down to her shoulders. Her eyes are as brown as a bear and are very fast moving. One great quality is that my mom is very funny. She enjoys a good laugh when she's feeling happy or not feeling well at all. She enjoys spending time with her family. Especially, going to the movies as well as sitting out on the beach on a hot sunny day. My mom isn’t just another average person, she shares her many unique qualities that allow others to see who she really is on the inside.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

What is a mother? To me, a mother is someone who exhibits strength and compassion, someone who loves you unconditionally through thick and thin, and someone who is there to pick you up when you fall. My mom is all of that and more, however, she has a more difficult time than most. When my mom was in her mid-thirties she was diagnosed with early onset Parkinson’s Disease. “Parkinson's disease (PD) is a neurodegenerative disorder that affects predominantly dopamine-producing (“dopaminergic”) neurons in a specific area of the brain called substantia nigra” (What Is Parkinson’s?). Most people when they think of Parkinson’s disease they only think of the tremors that it causes, but there is so much more to it than that. Some of the symptoms of PD are: slowness of movement, rigidity or stiffness, tremors, trouble with balance, depression, cognitive changes, pain, sleep disorders, and so much more (What Is Parkinson’s?). Parkinson’s disease doesn’t just affect the person itself, but it also affects the people around them. Everyday I helplessly watch as my mom goes about her day in pain, I worry about the tomorrows to come, and I struggle to make sense of it all.