Descriptive Essay On My Grandmother

When I was younger, I lived down the street from my grandma and grandpa. I would go to their house all the time. Whenever I went to their house, I would watch TV or movies, eat junk food, and if the weather was nice I would go outside and play in the hose water. But my all time favorite thing about going to their house was when they would swing me back and forth in a blanket. I would lay on the blanket and they would each grab an end. I’m guessing it might have looked like a hammock, I wouldn’t know though, since I was in the blanket. They swung the blanket back and forth. The best part, was when they swung the blanket onto the couch, it was like I was flying, even though it was only for half a second.

My grandmother instilled in me the values and the strength to deal with most of the situations in my life, even the difficult ones. Because of the adversity she had to face, Hyeonseo became resilient, and developed tenacity to continue trying to be better. I have not faced the adversities that Hyeonseo had, but I have learned not to give up and strive my best in life, school or work. Admiration is the other reason I had to select Hyeonseo’s story. Despite the difficulties she faced, Hyeonseo uses her personal experiences to help others.

November 12, 1998, I first laid eyes on the woman I would call my symbol for the rest of my life. “First my mother, forever my friend(unknown)”. Not everyone has a symbol like Tanya Clark, but she is everything you desire to be. Mom is unblemished when it comes to representing love, strength, and independence.

My eyes were red and puffy while a broken hearted feeling settled in my body. I was only in Kindergarten, however, it was one of the uttermost grueling things I had to live with at the time. Nobody should have to bother with losing such a marvelous women, like their Great grandmother. At the time I did not understand what was happening, yet now that I am older I know the feeling preferably because of how many times I had to cope with the death of a loved one.

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

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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.

I know my grandmother simply because she is my grandmother. What i know about her is that she is a elderly women that came to norway when she was young. She came to the united states by boat with her parents. I know that her family was not very wealthy and that they had a hard struggle when they had first arrived in the united state. The reason she left norway was because people were starving and others were dying, Norway had essentially a failing economy at the moment. My Great great grandparents wanted a better life for my great grandmother so they came here. Not long after they came here they had to go through the great depression, so they had to struggle through that while the government didn't do as much as they could of to help.

Everything was normal about that day. My toes sinking into the warm sand. The California sun breathing fiery rays on my olive skin. The surfers hollering and whooping as there boards hit the sand. The soft breeze running through my blonde hair. Everything was absolutely perfect. Until I came back from the beach. As I walked through the sliding doors I noticed Grandma Bel was still in her bed. This, to you, might not seem a big deal but to me this as quite alarming. Grandma Bel watched the sunrise every morning, rain or shine, since the age of nine. At the ripe age of eighty two years old, now did not seem like the time to stop. So when I saw this I went to my sister Margaret’s room and woke her up. She herself being quite alarmed walked

I have never wielded as much sorrow as I did that day. The stench of dried, salty tears thronged the room as her funeral beckoned the sadness that reached for my heart. I could hear the soul of everyone she was ever close to. My great grandmother was the beginning of this very family. My family. What is depressing most, is that she passed away 2 weeks before Christmas, the holiday that celebrates the person she idolized most…

I never really had a grandmother figure in my life until recently. Both my grandmas were older and incapable of watching small children. Growing up, my friends would stay with their grandma, go places and be spoiled by them. Last summer my dad and I decided to search for a car in Florida. His philosophy on cars was that we had to go somewhere below the rust belt. I was obsessed with the 2010 Mazda 3 and Florida had an abundance of them. My mom's Aunty Tina lived in Florida and we have always been close with family, so we decided to stay with her and she welcomed us with open arms.

Every day was a struggle. Every morning, every night. Every second I would ask myself one single question would my grandpa be alright? It all started with our annual trip to California. Every summer, my family and I take a trip to Sacramento to spend time with my grandparents. We always have a good time and I can’t imagine doing anything else during my summer. Eating out, watching movies, and spending quality time with Simran and my grandparents, is overall, without a doubt, my favorite thing to do. I’ve always had a certain connection to my grandpa, or as I used to call him, my nana. I can’t explain why, but my grandpa was the shoulder I would cry on. He was the one person I could rely on to always be there, because he always was. I knew I could count on him.

If your mom is like mine then you are sure lucky. Hi, I’m Emily and my mom is Maricela. My mom Maricela would always tell me stories about how she didn’t quite fit in at her school and how she felt ashamed for herself about being pregnant. I've always wondered what my mom was like as a kid. She had told me about how she was a pregnant teenager and how people would judge her because she had made mistakes in the past. But I knew that I would love my mom for who she was and how she is a great mother for me and a great wife to Brad.

I never knew how important my grandma was to me until she was gone. I called my grandma, Mawmaw. She was short with white hair that she would always curl with rollers in the morning. She was a widow, because my grandpa, Pa, passed away when I was five years old. The perfume she wore made her smell like Warm Vanilla Sugar from Bath and Body Works. I never thought I would have to live my life without her until the day she passed away.