Grandma Bel Descriptive Essay

Do you know anyone that goes above and beyond what they are called to do? I certainly do, my grandma gee. She always finds a way to make people smile and laugh. For starters she volunteers at numerous places spending hours of her time helping others. Additionally, she will do anything for anyone. Name it and she will do it. Gee has the biggest heart and the best attitude towards anything she does. When she finds out I just have a cold she will call me and make sure that I am okay. God gave me the best grandma in the world and I am so lucky.

I open the door, and let Anna walk in first. “Anna do you want to go right up to my room?” “No, I want to see your parents first.’’ She answers. “Ok, I think there in the dining room.” I tell her We walk in to the dining room, and see my mother crying, and my dad has his head in his hands. “Mom, are you okay?” I ask. “No, not really. Why are you home so early, did you hear what happened to Anna’s Mom and brother?” “I’m home early because Anna asked the superintendent if I could come with her here, and yes I’ve heard.” “Oh, I didn’t see you Anna. Are you okay is there anything you want me to get you?” My mother asks worriedly. “No, I’m fine.” Anna says with no emotion what so ever. The phone starts ringing, and everybody just stares at it. Anna walks over to it and picks it up. “Hello.” I hear her say. “OMG. YES, we made it here in one piece. Don’t freakin call us again!!” I here Anna yell to the phone it must be the school that called. She slams the phone down. The phone rings again. Anna picks it up and brings it to her ear slowly then says quietly and threatening. “I thought I tol-. “Hello sheriff, what would you like.” She asks, as sweetly as she can in this moment, which isn’t very sweet. “This is her” I hear her say “Yes, I would like to see him.” Then she sets the phone down softly. “Anna, what did the sheriff want?’’ I ask her. “They found him” she answers abruptly. “Found who” I ask “Him, the murderer.” She says normally. “Anna, why did you agree to see him.” She never answered the question, so I asked a different one.”Anna you want a change of clothes?” “Yes” She

For this week it was still a struggle for my grandma Bonnie to recall events. We were on the phone for about 10 minutes and it felt like she was disappointed that she was unable to recall her childhood at this stage. I decided to ask if she could tell me a story about any of my aunts or my dad again. My grandma wanted to tell me a story about my dad what she believed was when he was at the age of four or five. At this time my grandma had her hands full, she had five children, two who were recently born (twins) from her story of my dad. She went on to tell me it could be a struggle at times because my grandpa served our country and was always away while she stayed at home with the children living on an Airforce base. To lighten up on the

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,

When a loved one passes, everyone says that they wish they had spent more time with them. The passing of my great-grandmother made me realize that spending time with family is extremely important, otherwise you might regret it when something happens to them. We spent a surprising amount of time with my great-grandma, even though she lived in Arizona, and I am extremely grateful that we did because her death was completely unexpected. She stayed in South Dakota briefly, and we took that opportunity to visit her, not thinking it would be the last time.

"Grandma?"I cry out.The scratching grows more aggressive.The moans develop into a gurgling.My breathing has decreased to nearly nothing as I lie on my starved stomach.No telling if either I've disabled my breathing or my fear got to it first.The gruesome scent trailed to my nose triggers my gag reflex.I'm reminded back to the moment me and Jamie find an abandoned barn.Dead cow carcass and moist hay scattered the floor.I feel as though the dead carcass is practically lying on the other side of the door.The door cracks pulling me into reality.Jumping away from the door I take a long breath.My heart beat speeds up because I know whatever is on the other side of that door isn't human and it's coming in.After several moments of scratching and fear

I often get asked who is the person I admire and look up to the most, the person whom I look up to and always will is my abuela (grandmother), Margarita Romero Herrera. My grandmother is one of the most influential, generous, caring person I have in my life and I am blessed to have an idol like her growing up. By far one of my favorite memory with her is when I was younger, like around 2 years old, on rainy days we would lay down on the living room floor watching The Wizard of Oz while waiting for my parents to get home from work.

Some adults experience new responsibilities and challenges in life when they encounter a loss; I encountered this as a child. The year was 2014 and it was the hardest year of my life. It was a beautiful, sunny day on August 3; however this day was a tragic one that I will never forget. Some think of their grandma as just a relative; mine was my other half, my best friend, my hero, and I could never be the same without her. This depressing event affected me greatly, and now it is difficult for me to live my life without her. My new responsibilities were devastating and challenging, but if it meant helping my grandma, I would have done anything. Those times were lovely with her, but now I must take on the responsibilities of my mother, and

My grandmother’s love is like no other. It is very peculiar but also unique in its own way. She has a strange way of showing her emotions. You’ll never see her cry or sad, she’s the strongest person in our family. My grandmother holds the family together when times are rough.

“My grandkids,” she said, “in the living room in front of the fireplace is where I give this speech I speak from a very humbling experience of mine. This story has remained the same since the time I told your parents, it’s older than dirt just like me. Telling this may cause me great pain as it brings back many memories of who could’ve been your grandfather. Telling this story may cause joy for some, but don’t feel pity for me, for this experience is one of my biggest life lessons. I’m telling you this story just like I’ve told your parents so you can be wiser than I have been, for that is my only intent. For love can leave the deepest cut, but it’ll only make you stronger. Over time this wound will heal. In this story you will see what happens when you try to impress your friends. If you listen to ole grandma you might just learn a thing or two. Oh my grandchildren just listen and make a difference. Are you ready for this story?”

Imagine waking up to what should be a normal day in my life only to find out a loved one was gone. About three years ago, I thought that a day in my life would just be a normal day and fun night, but never did I expect to lose a very important person in my life. That day I was supposed to be at home taking care of my grandma; however, I chose to go out with my friends. We were partying, drinking, and having fun. Unfortunately, I ignored my dad’s caring words, “Son please stay home and take care of your grandma for she is ill.” My parents trusted to do a simple task, but I breached the trust. Since the day she was gone, I couldn’t forgive myself for not attending to her when I had a chance to. I felt overwhelmed with guilt because of the

There she is. Commanding the attention of all eyes as they enter the room. She is sturdy and she is practical. She is there for a purpose and does her job. She works the night shift and occasional days. She comforts the sick and tiered. She is full of admirable qualities. She possess the curves any woman would envy. She is a mixture of light and dark coloring. She is an antique. She is as sturdy and weathered as an old oak tree in the forest. She is polished but does not shine, and is scarred with the use of years. She has been with my great-grandmother for years. I am not sure when she first arrived because she has been with great-grandma my entire life. According to my Uncle she has been there for more than fifty years. She has remained steadfast through the years and different relationships have come and gone. She remains a family heirloom. She remains family.

My grandmother name is Carmella also known as Jamilla. But lots of people and call her Ummi. Ummi mean mother in arabic, and she is like a second mom to many as well as myself. My Grandmother is one of the most influential people in my life. My grandmother has been through so much in her life; as a child her mother suffered from mental problems and both parents had problem with substance addiction. Despite that her parents tried their hardest to stay in their children's lives. My grandmother was 1 of 5 children. When their parent could no longer care for them they were living with their grandmother and living in foster home. So her living in this situation made her grow up fast. My grandmother’s life made her tough and a hard worker. At a young age she found Islam and it change her life. She began to find light in a dark tunnel. My grandmother was stuck before and when she became a Muslim she found faith and answer to all her questions. At 16 she got married she had two kids one being my mother that marriage shortly ended and, she soon met and married my grandfather and had 3 more kids at

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.

John Wayne once said, “Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway.” Heroes live by this quote every day, they could be fighting cancer, raising a family on their own, or trying to score the game winning goal. No matter what though, they saddle up and get ready to go into battle. This quote reminds me of my kind and caring grandmother. She is one of the most generous people you could ever meet, she is kind to all and loves meeting new people! With what she went through as she raised her children, she could be a cruel, mean old lady. She isn’t cruel or mean though, she is very passionate towards others. My grandmother is my hero because she showed persistence and preserved through all the hard times she went through while trying to raise my mom, three aunts, and uncle.