The day my dad had a car wreck on the highway I realized how close I was to losing him. My mom got a call from a lady when she was at work telling her that my dad had been in a car accident on I-75. She went straight to the hospital where he was, not knowing his condition. My grandmother was taking care of me and my sisters that day. When my mom called my grandmother I knew there was something wrong. My grandmother didn’t say anything to me or my sisters. She didn’t want to scare us.
As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my
A few months into the school year I got some news from my parents that referred to my grandmother. She had an accident in her home that put her in critical condition. At this point my father rose to the occasion and began to watch after my grandmother, his mom. Taking care of my grandmother was not an easy task. She was constantly being moved in-between nursing homes and hospitals. She continuously had unstable vitamin levels and her body and was just in very poor physical condition. My father held on though, he was always by her side making sure she was okay. While my grandmother won’t ever fully recover, she is doing much better. It’s because of my father that she’s still alive today. I lost more of my innocence through all this but at the same time I learned that when things get bad, family takes care of one
During Middle school I experienced a situation that no family wants to have to encounter. Unfortunately I witnessed a divorce take place with my aunt and uncle. You might wonder why this divorce had such a huge impact on me? My aunt and uncle were hands down two of my favorite people. They always were there for any of my
Growing up my papaw didn’t really have much. He was the third of five children and he and his two brothers all had to sleep in the same bed when they were little. My papaws dad was a coal miner like him and worked all the time, and his mom worked at the DHHR office. Back then they really didn’t get paid much and what they did get paid the money went to either paying bills or buying food for their family to eat. When my papaw was nineteen years old he went into the coal mines to help his family. At the age of twenty my papaw met my nana and they got married a year later. Then he and my nana had my mom and my aunt and for the next nineteen year my papaws life was normal all except for working all the time. Until one day he went to work and he was in a life threating accident. He was working with a
My grandma could talk for years. Being 90 years old she has a lot to say. Growing up she was as poor as dirt. She’s lived in Munster, Indiana all of her life. With her family being so poor, they lived in a very small house. My grandma got her own room but her four brothers had to share one. At the age of 13 she was forced to drop out of school to help raise her brothers. My grandma told me that she would cry everyday watching the kids to go school. The only thing she wanted was to learn and go to school. Only 2 years after she dropped out, her mom left them. My grandma has still never forgiven her to this day. My grandma dreaded everyday after she dropped out. She told me she wanted to leave and run away. And so she did. She enlisted in the
Destino tells a love story. One scene in particular shows that the woman cares about the man, that he is on her mind. The woman comes across a statue of a man. She gets very close to it, with her face nearly touching the statue’s, the woman then pulls away, and the face of the statue melts off. She is in shock, with her hands on her cheeks. Her expression is grim, and there is a sad look in her eyes. Her reaction to the man disappearing shows that she cares about him, whoever it was a statue of, and that he was on her mind. Likewise, in the painting, Self-Portrait as a Tehuana by Frida Kahlo, the same idea is portrayed. In the portrait, Diego Rivera is pictured on Frida Kahlo's forehead, symbolizing that he is on her mind. Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo were married, and had their ups and downs. Despite their struggles, Kahlo did not stop loving Rivera, with him always being on her mind. Both pieces of art, the film Destino and the Self-Portrait as a Tehuana both show that the male in the relationship is on the female’s mind.
I didn’t talk to my dad for a long time; I couldn’t bear it while I was living with my mom. She was inconsolable for a year. She would cry on my shoulder and wonder what went wrong. In hindsight, there was a lot wrong with their marriage. They fought and argued, and overall weren’t happy for a long time. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to not do things that I know I will regret, and I regret not talking to my dad. Over the years, we’ve had conversations about how I acted and how bad it hurt him and it’s one of the few things in my life that I will always regret. I was young and didn’t stop to think about how it would really affect him, but I wish that I could have gotten past the hurt and anger that I felt and reached out to him sooner. To me, I blamed my dad, because I lived with my mom and she blamed my dad. It was difficult having only one parent speak so badly about another parent and I didn’t know how to handle it.
Since my father was not around for a while when I was a little girl, my grandfather felt it was his responsibility to be there for me and do what he thought was right. Being a little girl, I do not recall everything, but my family has many stories that involve me and my grandfather. For instance, when it was time for me to start eating baby food out of the jars, according to my family, in the 1980’s people were putting glass in baby food jars. My grandfather refused to let me eat baby food out of a jar at all and he would prepare fresh fruits and vegetables, he continued this even when everything was safe. I remember often spending time with my grandfather and quite a few memories we shared together.
My parents left each other when I was very young, all i remember was not seeing my father for a long time and my mother crying almost every night for a couple of months. I couldn't figure out what was going on considering I was still very young but I remember how upset I when my father was nowhere to be found and I was told he was away on vacation. It had been about 6 months and he was still “away”. No one understood how much my father meant to me. Someone who meant so much just being taken away. It was so hard to go to school and walk around town with my mom and see kids all around holding their dads hand.
The relationship between me and my grandmother was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with me and my family. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.
I was quite a diffident child that knew too much for her own good. Like some, I was attached to my grandma and was gullible enough to think she will forever be with me. My grandma was an admirable woman who raised me through hardships and despairs. She made me realize every individual had a different perspective, whether it was positive or not it did not matter for we were all entitled to have it. At that time, she was everything I had and cared for. That is not to say I did not love my mother, but you see, my mother and I were in completely different regions up until my fifth birthday. Through the years, I came to love my mother just as much as my grandma and continued to be the high spirited child that I was. Anyhow, change is bound to happen in life.
As early as I can remember my grandparents, whom my sisters and I called Mum and Pa were and are the most important people in my life. I have two sisters, my twin Kristine and my younger sister Debbie. I don’t have many memories of my dad and the one’s I do recall aren’t really nice ones, he was an alcoholic who wasn’t home much and when he was my mother and him would argue and end with him hitting her. Growing up I always felt that my mom favored my twin Kristine (not much as changed) and that my father favored Debbie, so where did this leave me. We lived in a suburban city and most days and nights my mother worked second and third shifts, probably so she wasn’t home when our father returned late at night drunk. My parent’s situation left the three of us alone quite often if it wasn’t for our amazing grandparents. Similar to the way I felt about the favoritism being shown was the same way my sisters felt about the relationship I had with our grandparents. The numerous occasions I ran away from home to a phone booth to call my grandfather to come get me, staying at their house for days just being happy and feeling special. We didn’t live in the best houses, I remember one home that used to be my fathers aunt and uncles house when we walked home from school with friends they would want to know what house and at first my sister and I would just say “oh it’s down there”. Finally, when I was in seventh grade my mother left our dad and we moved in with my grandparents.
Esmeralda is a woman who has it all –a loving husband, a bright and healthy child, success, health, beauty and wealth. Inside, however, Esmeralda is a broken woman. After a year of marriage, she discovered husband’s extramarital affairs and her world has fallen apart. Once again, she feels betrayed by God, by people, and life. For all of her existence, Esmeralda dreamed of feeling wanted, loved, important and appreciated. She believed that as long as she was kind, gentle, and loyal, love would find her.
A moment can be such a small amount of time but it can effect such a large part of your life. I was always very close to my grandma. My mom would always tell me that I would often times not want her when I was upset and I would only want my grandma. She had lived just a few minutes down the road from us. She was always there for me and I was always there for her. I would never call her grandma. I always called her “Mawmaw”. I had no clue what I would do without her. She meant so much to me. We would go out to eat together all of the time and we would also hang out at her house a lot.