Grandma Bonnie Persuasive Speech

You never truly know how much someone means to you until they are gone. All of the hot summer days spent at her house, the home cooked meals for lunch, the daily routine of watching game shows on GSN, the hours and hours of playing monopoly, and working the concession stand at Evans Park for the summer are now just cherished memories that I have with my grandma.

We waited for a good hour for the doctor to come out and give us the news the doctor finally came out and told us she wasn't going to make it and she only had two weeks to live I was devastated i didn't know what to think or how to act me and my mom both broke down in tears I asked if I could go back and see her the doctor said “yes of course you can” we went back there and saw that was grandma was sleeping we stayed there for a couple of hours waiting for her to wake up but she did and she asked me if I had the book he read to me everynight I replied “yes it’s under my pillow were I always keep it” she told me to bring it the next time i come back. We went home, I lost my appetite so i went to bed. The next afternoon, my mom took me to see my grandma, I brought the book she asked me to bring to her my mom and I sat there with my grandma all day when it struck nine o'clock my grandma asked me to read the book to her that she always reads to my every night at nine o’clock we play a game we called beat the time we would try to finish the book before a certain time we never beat it until the day

From the very beginning of this story, it came to my attention that Granny continually repeats are "there's nothing wrong with me" and "that's for tomorrow.” This

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

“Sweetheart I have really really horrible news……..” my dad slowly spoke, “You have lung cancer from your mother's smoking habit.”

Upon arrival at the small town hospital, my mom was rushed to a room in the back. Having been told that she will be out soon, my dad and I sat down in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs patiently waiting for the nurse to come back and tell us that we all

She immediately came to me , hugging me as tightly as she possibly could. This happened several times afterward, it became a “tradition”. A month passed, and my mom said that Icould finally see my grandfather now that he was feeling better. Finally, the day came and I finally got to see him. He looked so droopy and dull unlike his personality. So I started to to talk to him, he seemed so excited to see me! Afterwards, he gave me my birthday card,and I was so grateful! I could not believe he thought of me while he was sick!

Mom is trying to tell us what happened but she's crying, then she makes out the words that she's having a double lung transplant. I start running around screaming because she has a disease that she has to be put on oxygen. Also she has to get new lungs.Most people die without ever getting the call to get new lungs but my mom did.I was full of joy and yet super scared I didn't know what to feel so I screamed . My whole family was crying tears of joy, especially me.

During the surgery the doctor came out and said that there is a very little chance she will make it and the had found out that she had stage four cancer and it was very possible that is what caused

I was eight when it all happened. I knew that my grandma was ill but being a clueless little kid i never quite understood the severity of her sickness. I remember when my dad first told me that my grandma was sick, i didn't think anything of it i honestly thought he just meant that she came down with the flu. We’d visit frequently, and every time i'd always tell my dad i didn't know what he was talking about because she seemed completely fine. Her face still brightened with a the happiest glow when she saw me and my sisters. She still loved to teach us how to bake, even though by the end of it her once neat and tidy kitchen, was now a total mess. She didn't care though because our

“How had grandma even died?” I asked Mama having realized just then that she’d never mentioned to me what had happened to her. “I mean, she was pretty young, only fifty-four, and looked pretty healthy in those pictures I saw of her back at the house,” I then added.

It was a dreary July day, and I was supposed to be going to babysit the little girls that live around the corner from me. My grandma has had pancreatic cancer for about two months now. I received a phone call from my mother saying that I needed to come to my grandma’s house now or the consequences would be detrimental; in other words, I would not acquire the chance to say my goodbyes. My sister and

I hummed a response and returned to my music. As we parked in my grandma’s garage my dad explained it to me, “ This morning Abi went to the veterinarian to check if they could do anything for Misty. But Misty is too old, they could do nothing. So they put her down.” Tears streaking down my pale cheeks, I slammed the car door open and ran into my grandma’s house. We spent the rest of the night consoling each other and me crying into her arms.

I didn’t reply, knowing what had happened, I just held her and my mother. I’m just thankful for whatever happened. The events didn’t make much sense to me but all I know is that i'm glad with the

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.