Descriptive Essay About My Life

My grandfather's dementia had gotten worse with age. He had developed a habit of walking out of the house randomly. They lived alone in their apartment in Pakistan. One day he walked out the same way and did not return for a long time. We were later informed that he had tripped on his way and broke his hip. After surgery my grandmother called me, I was living abroad at that time, and said, "I don't think he will recover, he is in a lot of pain" I assured her otherwise. She said, "I can't live without him. I don’t want him to die." The helplessness and grief in her voice was agonizing. She would often call and cry, it became tough overtime as I was abroad and not fully aware of his progress. I am her oldest grandchild, and she treats me like

After several weeks of my Grandmother passing, I came to realize she wasn’t coming back. The feeling of shock had left and now I felt intense amount of emotional suffering. The continuous feeling of pain and unanswered questions lingered about in my mind. I began to wonder how it could have happened and what people could have done differently. At this time, my whole family was grieving over the loss as well.

When I was younger my grandmother fell into a coma after her surgery. This was an unexpected situation because the doctor told our family that the surgery would be fine and she would come out alive. Next thing I know, we got a phone call from my uncle that my grandma was in critical condition. The doctor told us something went wrong during the surgery and my grandmother became a vegetable. When I went to visit and saw her on the bed, I was devastated. I was so young and I felt completely helpless. I wanted to do something, but I did not know what I could have done because I was only her grandchild. At that time, my mind was blank, but I was still observing the hospital settings. I saw numerous nurses walking around, monitoring and

I remember my dad making our family go visit and warning us not to be shocked when we saw her. That she was undergoing chemotherapy and that had taken a toll on her body. I again, not knowing exactly what chemotherapy was just thought it was some type of medicine that was going to make her all better. Once we arrived though i got super excited and sprinted to the front door step. I rang the doorbell twice and squished my little face against the cold window to see if my grandma was coming to the door. That's when my heart dropped. She answered the door and she didn't look my grandma. She was wearing a blue jean dress, but it almost seemed like the blue jean dress was wearing her. She gave me a big hug, i was now able to wrap my arms around her entire fragile body. She also seemed a lot more exhausted than normal too, like she hadn't slept in a while, but what i noticed the most was that her use to be curled golden blonde hair was now buzzed short and dark

After multiple emergency room visits with her and my dad, she was admitted just days after our car ride. By this point, my beautiful, rosy haired, blue eyed grandmother had such unbearable pain in and around her abdomen, that it was hard to look at her without feeling the pain she was feeling. Despite the excrucaiting pain of the bladder cancer was slowly making her weaker and weaker, she pushed on. My grandmother was the toughest person I knew and there had been numerous events where she continued to show me and my entire family just how strong she was. Although she was the strongest person I have ever known, she was very fragil and ended up having to come stay with my family and I on hospice care. And throughout my journey with her living with us, I realized just how much we need to cherish every moment with the people that we love. From the days counting down towards her death, I felt as if I had never had done enough with her and that I would do anything to be

My first loss was my great grandmother Lena. This lady never allowed me to go lacking with anything. She could not cook during this time of my life due to a stroke. However, if I said that I was hungry grandmother would have my grandfather to prepare a full meal for me even though it was late night. Did I say the meal was cooked after 12 midnight? As time passed my mother, who was her granddaughter, began saying that grandma was not doing well and that she had been diagnosed with cancer. I couldn’t quite figure out the extent or depth of the disease but one new that it was not good. Watching tears flow from my mom over the illness and suffering. Finally, one day mom called and tells my father that grandmother is requesting to see me at the hospital and for him to bring me. As I prepared to go, mom calls back and state that there is no need to come. But somewhere down on the inside of me; I still wanted to go and see my

I remember the words, “grandma had another stroke and is in the hospital”, and “if she makes it, she will be paralyzed on the left side of her body”. That night he took my sister and I to the hospital to see my grandma. As we walked into her room my sister had left the room crying; seeing my grandmother this way was nothing what I expected. I am someone that hides my emotions easily. I rarely show any emotion towards anything; rather I keep it all in. In this case I was so optimistic that she would recover and would come home for Christmas. I remember getting off the elevator, taking a left and continuing down the hallway. The walls were made of red and brown brick, which made the hospital seem older than it was. As we passed the nurses desk in the center of the room, her room was to the left. There was another woman beside her; separated by a curtain. As I continued to walk to the back there she was; sitting in her faded pale yellow gown on the hospital bed was my grandma. She was

My grandma, Awi, was a smoker. She couldn’t stop smoking. I felt bad, but my sympathy for her grew tremendously when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was so depressed to see my family suffer, especially my father. My dad loved my grandma dearly that he would stop at nothing to make her feel comfortable, and he would even take the precaution to not allow her to walk by herself since she was so weak and tired. I didn’t understand why, but I was willing to help my grandma She always said, “I will be there to see you graduate.” I felt bad. When she died, I and my family suffered greatly. My dad always told me “you never know how much someone means to you until they're gone.” I’ve never seen my dad and uncle cry so much at the private service.

Do you know the saying “My life flashed in front of my eyes?” Not my life flashing, but my grandma’s life flashed before my eyes. She looked very pretty as she laid there peacefully. She wore her best dress and held the cross that my dad had made for her. All the horror that was in her face 4 days ago was gone, and peace and beauty overcame her body. I saw her on Tuesday, she died on Wednesday, and the funeral was Saturday. When I saw her on Tuesday, she couldn’t talk, and her eyes were glazed over, but the spirit was still in her heart. I could see it, the way she laid, surrounded by pillows and machines, made me feel like she was fighting to not pass in front of her family but to wait until we left. My dad

It all began when we received the diagnosis. Grandma had breast cancer; she would have a double mastectomy. The surgery had gone fantastic; tubes were placed to drain any excessive fluid off. The tubes were removed and she tried to jump out of the car; she was diagnosed with an infection. She was doing great or so we thought. My wonderful grandma had planned to stay with my cousin until she was better. Then she fell down the stairs and ended up in the hospital. Her health declined, at that point she was in and out of the nursing home.

After that we headed home. And the car ride home was not good I puked on the side of the road because I was hot and when it is hot I puke.

I was only seven at the time of my grandma’s passing. At this time I was too young to know the feeling of someone passing, such as the pain or the feeling of devastation. I never understood it, I never felt the pain. I have a very terrible memory, I don’t really remember much from my childhood, but my grandma is one of the things that sticks out in my memory. I still walk into the same house, I see the same seat. I often hope one day that she will be seating in that seat, just to ask a few questions. With answers that only she would be able to answer. Unfortunately, I will never be able to ask them. My family has told me that they can see my grandma in me, they see all of these things, but I can’t because I was not able to see her

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green

November 28th, 2017 was a day that changed my life … I lost a special woman in my life, my grandma. Losing her to cancer was something I didn’t expect to happen. During the week of Thanksgiving break, my family and I were heading to Rochester, New York to visit my grandma. Before heading over there we knew that she had cancer, but I didn’t think it would be major. As we arrive in Rochester, New York, I was so anxious to finally see her since I haven’t seen her with in over a year. I couldn’t wait to go inside and finally get to talk to her and laugh with her. Dropping my bags in the kitchen and proceeded to the living room where my grandma was at, I came to a pause and took a deep breath. Seeing her just lying on the bed sleeping without knowing that I’m there looking sicker than I ever seen her. I decided to give her a kiss on her forehead and I immediately walked away into the kitchen and sat on the steps that lead to upstairs, I had never seen my grandma that sick before. To just walk in and witness it, it was a terrible feeling that I wish I had never felt. As I’m sitting on the steps, I begin to cry. Just thinking of all the times that she had gotten sick before it was never this most critical. Realizing my grandma was this sick, I had to make the best of it while I could. Throughout the day I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t want to eat anything because I was so stressed about my grandma being so sick. Witnessing my grandma sleep the entire time while I was there and

Every day, hundreds of people die, yet in the same day, hundreds of babies are born. It’s a scary thought, but eventually we will die. And what I do within the day I’m born and the day I die will define who and what I am, and I for one want to leave a positive impact in the world before I die. A big benefactor to what defines me, is vicissitude. Change happens every day, and everywhere, yet vicissitude is a rare, drastic change, and all things considered, my hobbies, future goals, and the places I’ve visited have piloted me to have a very impactful and successful future in my life.