Grandparents Become An Important Figure For Many Children

There is not many people in life that will have such an impact that will directly change the course of how one spends their time, how one handles problems, and teaches someone what is truly important in life. My grandfather, or as I called him, “Pap” was one of the only people who always believed in me and whatever I wanted to accomplish with my life. My Pap was very inspirational in my life because he taught me through his good example that obstacles can harm but never stop so long as you keep fighting for what is desired. He taught me about resolution, and to never give up no matter the odds and instilled confidence in me that I can do anything so long as I am willing to work for it. He always stressed to me that materialistic things in life do not matter, as long as the family and friends are there for support and love. He directly influenced the way I spend my time and what I enjoy to do.

While, my mother has also been a significant individual in my life, my grandmother has always been my confidant, someone I could go to whenever I was confused or needed guidance, and she always had the answers. Whether it was putting alcohol on a scrapped knee or lending a shoulder to cry on, I could count on her to be there during my most precious moments. The tough love has also

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.

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

My grandfather, J. King Burk, is a man of very few words, but if you get to know him you will come to find that he has been through a lot in his lifetime. My brother and I have a connection with him that most grandchildren don’t have with their grandparents because he was with us when our parents separated. He understands how difficult it is to be raised by one parent, he helped raise my brother and I, and I go to him when I’m making important decisions.

Along with being supportive, my grandpa is one of the most selfless people I know. Whenever my family needs help with anything he is the first person we call because we know that if anyone can do it, or is willing to do it, it’s him. My dad owns a landscaping and plowing business, so he is always wearing down his trucks, causing them to break down a lot. Papa is always up to the challenge of fixing them, even though he never has to. One thing that is really important to him is family, he has always, always put family first.

My grandfather has always been a big part of my life as he has a love for outdoors that is contagious. He instilled in me the love of nature and wildlife. As a young child I remember listening to his hunting and fishing stories. It always sounded like something I would enjoy. When I was young I knew my grandfather exaggerated his stories, but it made them all the more exciting. We started scouting deer together when I was about 10 years old. I will always remember the first time that I shot a deer. My grandfather was there to share the joy and excitement and he was happy too.

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

Most people have impacted my life, but one person particularly has impacted my life greatly. My granddad was the person that has impacted my life ever since I was born. Even though my grandpa has been dead for 10 years going on 11 he still impacts my life daily. Since we had a close relationship I always knew when he is around even though he is gone. He would have inspired me in ways that most people never didn’t. I miss him plenty, but luckily his spirit is still with us no matter what happens.

A lot of parents are leaving the responsibility of parenting roles on grandparents due to numerous personal and

Looking back, it is hard to remember my grandpa before he was diagnosed, because a person changes. I will always remember him telling me “mark my words, I will never forget you.” I had to find my own path in life and realize that I want to make an impact on someone lives like my grandfather did. He is always watching over me, and choosing a career in the medical field I know he would be so proud of me that I am helping other like he did serving in the military. He also taught me that life sometime is not on your side, but he taught me how to be a fighter and not a

I am very thankful for my grandmas. They are especially important to me for these reasons. Both have helped me when when I was going through tough times. When both of my grandpas died, they talked to me and told me that that my grandpas loved me a lot. They also kept telling me that my grandpas would be very proud of me whenever I make an accomplishment. My grandmas are also very supportive of me. Whenever I make an accomplishment, they would always revel in my succession. They also tell me that they support and encourage me in everything I do. Also, whenever I do really well at something, they congratulate, tell me how proud of me they are, and tell me to keep going. In all, I’m very thankful for my grandparents.

Learning to ride a bicycle is not as easy as it sounds. I was around the age of ten when my mother and I decided it was time for me to get rid of those silly training wheels. Frightened as I was I had not considered the disadvantages of this experience. I have seen kids learn to ride bicycles for the first time and they always ended up with cuts and bruises. After breaking down the advantages and disadvantages, I realized it was going to have to happen one way or another so my mother collected the materials in order to proceed. First of all we chose a safe location. The street besides my house was perfect it was a dead end. My mother took the tools and tossed out those training wheels off my bike. I had put on the helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads. It was time to start and I was petrified. My mother then lifted me up and placed me on my bicycle as she held me from the back of the seat. I felt a hard push and startled ,and felt as if the entire world was about to collapse on my chest. All I could do was pedal, but my mind could not think as quick as I anticipated. As a

For example, my grandfather Jerry was a doctor and my Great Aunt Margaret and Pat were nurses. Anytime I was sick, my mom would always call her dad up and talk to him rather than rushing me to a doctor. When I was in the 7th grade, it was one of the hardest times of my life, Jerry was suffering from heart attacks and fluid in his lungs. I had never been exposed to the feeling of loss until he passed away. Losing one of my role models and someone that I cared deeply about made me a stronger person. Since his passing, I have seen more and more of my aunts and uncles than I had before, and growing strong relationships with all of them.

For many people, Grandpa is a storyteller, someone to go fishing with, and someone who has your back no matter what. The experience I had with my grandpa was a little different. I never got the opportunity to meet my great-grandfather Liston Grider, but he still somehow managed to have a huge impact on my life. Sometimes my mom would tell stories about him; happy memories from her childhood, sad ones that were painful for her to tell, and everything in between. I thought I had heard it all, but this past summer I learned something about my great grandpa that would perhaps impact my life forever. This story was not told by my mom like usual, but by someone who was a complete stranger to me. The lessons I learned would not be taught in a single day, but over the span of a month through a series of Facebook messages and letters in the mail. The words I read upon opening those messages and letters would change my life forever, permanently transform my beliefs, and show me what it truly means to be an American.