Descriptive Speech About Grandma

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.

Heaven received another beautiful angel today. She's honestly the strongest woman I know and I look up to her greatly if I even have an ounce of her strength I know I'll be just fine. That you for all you have done for me I will miss you like crazy but I know in my heart you are in a better place. I love you Grandma

Her beautiful elongated fingers always seemed to know exactly where they needed to go each time, even after the arthritis had taken over. Weaving back and forth so nimble like that it was practically second nature to her. Grandma had always loved to knit, more than she loved to do anything else in the world. Carefree and engulfed with her creations grandma would knit for hours on end in the same worn down grungy old recliner that she should have let grandpa throw away years ago. I could never really understand how something as simple as knitting needles and yarn could keep my grandma so content and happy.

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

The hushed quiet was deafening the house. I come from a family of four, noise always echoing through the walls, peace never being near. Normally, such lack of noise would be welcoming; but today it was earth-shattering. The minivan was packed faster than you could blink, voices raised tempers flared. A peaceful Tuesday was gone.

When i was younger and my family went out every weekend my grandmother would take care of all their kinds the when they got home take care of them. She would have over 20 people in her house and she would get up and cook of all of us. When the first time she got sick she went to the hospital and that would be the first of many days.

Hi Grandma, I just wanted to start off by saying thank you for all the support you've given me over the years in everything I do, whether it is volleyball and golf, school, or just anything else in general. I really appreciate how much time and energy you put into making your grandchildren happy, and you are definitely doing a fantastic job at it. Now, I am asking for your support in one more thing: I will be returning to Guadalajara, Mexico this summer with a group of my Senior friends as a way of getting one last amazing service opportunity. Your heart of serving others and desire to bring joy to others has clearly passed down through the family, and I really I got my passion for this kind of thing from you.

Growing-up I always had a lot of family that was very supportive in my life. They believed in me even when I didn 't believe in myself. However, one person that I loved so much was my great grandmother, Bobbie Alger. She married Robert Alger (a military man) at a very young age and they were happily married until he died before I was born. My parents loved Robert and decided to name me after him. So, they named me Kyle Robert Phillippi. This has always meant so much to me. My great grandma is now 92 years old and is my biggest role model. Bobbie and I have a unusual relationship. A type where people think we are disrespectful to each other. But I can reassure you that we love each other so much.

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

"Of course I'm not going to have anybody over Dad...I'm not stupid, I know we have a security system."

Have your parents ever made you do something that you refused to do. While that happened to me once. My parents were making me go up north Michigan to go to the burial of my Great Grandma and I didn't even know her that well. I was going to miss the first practice for theater and gymnastics. To be honest, I wouldn't have gone, unless my parents had made me. And trust me they did.

My grandma's name is Carol Jean Wolfe but then she married my grandfather so her last name is " Hall." She is a very unique woman and I would like to present and talk about her because I believe she disserves an reward of being who she is and what she has become to be. I love her very much and I thought this interview would be a help for extra credit to myself and to let me learn more about my grandmother and her past.

Peeping through the blinds, I wave goodbye to my mom in her red, Mercedes Benz, and to my dad in his white, Toyota van, watching them go opposite directions towards work. I stumble across the couch, leaving indents from my knees, and walk into the kitchen where my grandmother stands with her familiar gray mug filled with steaming coffee and two cubes of sugar. As I walk to her side at the counter, I reach into a pink, plastic fruit basket containing ripe treasures purchased from Lion’s Supermarket. Two fruits: an apple and an orange, immediately sit upon my two hands. Shoving the round red into my grandma’s eyes, I await an answer. She squints, wrinkles deepening on her forehead, as if the apple was the challenge question on a math test. “Or...ange,” she says. I shake my head, and sound out the beginning letters of the fruit I was offering, until the word, “apple,” struggles out of her mouth. We both smile at the accomplishment as she points down at the orange and correctly states its name, confident in fashion. This calls for celebratory peeled orange and sliced sweet apple. Two weeks and two fruits, teaching my Chinese grandma some English words marks the biggest accomplishment of my first grade self.

The skill I am teaching my grandma is how to use her new tablet and successfully make a Facebook account for herself and use it.

It was just one peaceful morning in a hospital, a lot of my relatives circled around grandpa’s hospital bed. Everyone was anxious and hoping that grandpa was okay. Some were already starting to burst into tears, others, were already starting to have tears fall down slowly and patiently from their eyes down to their faces. Just looking at him made us all sad because he looked sort of miserable to be honest. All of my relatives just had to urge to grasp and hold his hand firmly so bad and wanted to let him know he’s okay. But, at least there was one good memory that always remained in my head until now. I remember when I was little and I was visiting grandpa in the hospital, I fed him a spoonful of peas from the smooth, firm bowl that I had already grasped in my