Essay on Grandpa

My great-grandmother was the matriarch of my family. When I was in seventh grade, around thirteen years old, she passed away due to breast cancer. This misfortune created an extremely difficult time for me because, not only was I adjusting to the environment of junior high, but many other issues were occurring in my life; this was the third death that I was having to deal with. Unfortunately, one of the previous deaths (that I was still trying to hurdle through and come to terms with), had occurred almost exactly a year before the passing of my great-grandmother. The second death that I had gone through occurred only one or two months before my great-grandma has passed. All of this turmoil created numerous internal conflicts for me, but also taught me a key lesson to keep note of, for the rest of my life.

Losing a grandparent at the age of 11 and younger was hard enough but losing one at the age of thirty-five hurt just as much. My grandmother is still living, I wasn't as close to them as I was to my other grandparents but there was still a relationship that was built throughout my lifetime. I had the chance to visit my grandfather while he was in the hospital. Regretfully when I went to see him he was too ill to have a conversation with, but my grandmother reassured me that it was ok because he knew I was there. My grandfather was cremated, this was the first time I attended a funeral where I saw a box of ashes holding someone who I loved. His funeral consisted our close family members and my grandfather's remains were placed in a mausoleum. His death affected all of us in one way or another, this was the first time I saw my dad cry. It makes me sad that he is no longer with us but glad he is no longer

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

My grandpa went through many of those events in life, but mainly with his sons and daughters. Most of my aunts and uncles on my father's side died from unnatural causes. Such causes of their deaths were from abusive relationships, alcoholism, plague (pollio) and organ failures. The main point is, it ought to be heartbreaking to see your children become deceased before your time is up. Throughout the twelve kids, only three survived to live till this very day. As for devastating, my grandfather's main treasure was my grandmother. My grandparents were married for seventy years. They raised, provided for them and together fought hard times. My  grandfather's heart was completely shattered with her death. She had been the only one there for him in life to take care of him. With my grandmother recently deceased, family turned against my grandpa and everything went wrong. His last daughter that lived began to steal his money and his wife's jewelry. His youngest son with his wife tried to take over the house and together tried to put the only son that was helping him in jail, my father. In the end, my grandpa sold his most valued house and stood away from his son and daughter. He lost everything that meant a lot to him, the house, his kids and his

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.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

In March of 2001, my great grandma Simpson passed away at one hundred years old. She had a great impact on me as a kid. I remember going to her house and making molasses cookies with her and drinking hot tea. She was a woman of many talents and loved sharing them with her grandchildren and great grandchildren. We all loved helping her take care of her baby lambs and bottle feeding the ones whose mothers did not care for them. Her death was difficult, but knowing she lived a long productive life made it easier to handle. Her death was symbolic as

My Grandfather died on December 5th, 2015. I was 15 at the time and I had only just started highschool as a junior a few months prior. I didn’t get to see him recently before his death, nor was I able to say goodbye to him before his passing. Instead, I got to wait patiently while the man I respected for so long took his last breath. I watched as he passed away, right in front of my eyes.

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

Have you ever lost someone that you really admired? I did, my Uncle died from a heart failure, he had a heart attack. I was four years of age when he died, so I didn’t really understand what happened but now I do. My family and I traveled all the way from California to Mexicali (part of Mexico) to help my aunt, my Uncle’s wife, with the funeral money. It was a very rough time.

I believe that you should enjoy the little things before they pass you on by. Me and my grandma used to go to yard sales all the time, we never had to buy anything it was just the being together that was the important thing. Well, I was little so all I could think about was getting that toy that I wanted, or finding that shirt that would make me so cool. I never appreciated the fact that it was just me and her bonding. My Grandmother passed some time ago from lung cancer. Looking back now I wish I hadn’t been so worried about that toy, or that shirt that I was gonna grow out of in a week anyway. I wish I had just stayed by her, and enjoyed having her around before she was gone.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.

I think the person who has had the most profound effect on my life besides my parents is my grandfather. I never realized before how much of an effect he had on my interests and goals for the future. Years ago, he used to tell me stories about historical events and experiences he had fighting in Vietnam and my great grandfather fighting in World War 2. His vivid descriptions always made it so interesting and, in some cases, more light-hearted than what actually happened. To this day he still has more stories to tell me, and never fails to captivate my interest. In doing this, he opened my eyes to my biggest interest, history, and encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout school. I feel like it would help to give a short summary of his life and how it affected me.

My grandpa was a person everyone around him loved. He was kind, supportive, and hard-working. I always loved seeing him every time I went to Orange County, California. But now, I’m not able to see him in real life anymore… It makes me glad that he’s alive and well in heaven but it makes me sad that I can’t see him anymore. My grandpa was the only grandpa I knew I could rely on. The other grandpa I knew and was related to unfortunately passed away before I was even born. He always liked getting big and humble hugs from his grandchildren and he likes to grasp my hand softly so he can know that I’m here for him. But one day, he just suddenly stopped doing that and never got to hug or grasp anyone’s hands ever again..