Impact Of My Grandmother On My Life

It was near the end of winter 2005, when my grand-aunt suddenly fell ill. In a short period of time her illness worsened and the doctors informed my family, my grand-aunt only had a couple of months to live. The news was devastating to my family as we watched a vivacious, independent, and outspoken woman, who enjoyed shopping, reading mystery novels and spending time with family become very weak and confined to her bed. Instead of placing my grand-aunt in a hospice facility, my family and I, with the assistance of a hospice nurse cared for my grand-aunt in her home until her passing.

When we are born we are taught many things. We are taught not to touch the stove, because it’s hot. We are taught not to hit others, because it’s wrong. We are taught in order to get good grades we must study. One thing we are not taught is that in life we will carry a load. The distance between failure and success is short. It is the load we carry that makes the walk difficult to get to the finish line. We plan and strategize but we do not include the radical variables that can be a factor in achieving out goal. On my path to my Bachelor degree I had a difficult load to carry. It is one that I will never forget because it has taught me the best life lesson yet.

The death of my grandmother has probably been the death that has affected me the most in my life. I had been going to doctor appointments with her since I could remember; one of the earliest memories I have of accompanying her to the appointments was the day her doctor inspired me to become a doctor when I was six. Going into high school, I got into the three-year Project Lead the Way Biomedical program that my school offered, and from that program I was exposed to classroom experiences, mentors, conferences, and hospital labs that consequently led to an even greater passion to help people and provide them with the same services that the doctors provided my grandmother with up until her death in 2013. I chose the undeclared major in health

My whole family and I were devastated by the sudden death of my uncle Ryan. He had been sick with what we had thought was the flu, but later realized that it was pneumonia. I believe that we learned so much from this experience and were able to come closer as a family. As a result of my uncle’s death, my whole family decided to take a get-a-way trip to the Dominican Republic during his birthday and Christmas. While I was there I learned a very important lesson; I am blessed to live in the United States.

The number one person who has had a great impact on my life is my late grandmother Pinkie Mae Howard. She raised me from a little baby boy to the great young man I am today. She raised me the best she could. She always told me to give whatever I do my best and shoot for the top. Every morning she would wake me up for school and have me some breakfast ready. She would always tell me to behave and don’t get into trouble at school. I would leave for school as soon as I get there I would get in trouble and they would call her. When I would make it home from school she would tell me “now didn’t I tell you to behave “I would replied yes ma’am and promise to do better. She was truly a great woman, loved by many and many loved her. My grandmother lived

My grandmother, Joan Stackhouse, has been the most influential woman in my life. She was born in the late 1930s and raised during the time where African Americans didn’t have many rights. She told me about a time where all she could do is clean houses to earn a couple cent to support the family. Her husband worked as a policeman and was barely home. When an educational opportunity became available she took advantage of it and began taking classes at Francis Marion University to later become a teacher’s aid. Today at almost 80 she’s battling Rheumatoid Arthritis, fibromyalgia, and a couple other things that comes with old age. But she remains strong. my grandmother has influenced me to remain strong regardless of the situation and has taught

At a young age, my Grandma had the poorest living conditions. Brought here from Okinawa, Japan, she lived in very poor housing with poor schools. She could not attend school until the age of 7 because she was not able to speak English very fluently. She moved out as soon as she could because she was abused by her father. She quickly married and had 4 kids. Upon disclosure that her husband was abusive to her children, she left him fueled with memories of her childhood. She then was a single mother with 4 kids. My Grandma then had to learn what it took to be grown up.

For as long as I can remember, my grandmother, Krystyna Biliunas, has been one of the most influential people in my life. She may live in Cleveland, but all of her visits to Iowa are precious to our family, and we wish that she could come to stay with us all of the time. Growing up in Poland and a Siberian labor camp during World War II has given us the strong and faithful grandma, or babcia in Polish, that we know and love today. I can’t imagine a life that isn’t filled with some of the all of the happy memories that we’ve shared together.

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was only three. We were all at home;

That summer. That summer was one to remember, not because I swam at the beach every day with my "besties," but because it was in that summer that I realized how much I had matured and grown as a person. It was one of those things that makes me smile every time I look back on it, even though it was by far the saddest day of my life. I had lost friends, to death and differences, but I had never been left raw with grief over the loss of them like I did with the loss of my beloved pup, Susie. The day my dog died, a part of me died as well, but I also discovered a part of myself that I had never seen before. Even though I was terribly sad about her death, I also experienced happiness in the little, everyday things. Everyone knows how cheerful our canine friends are; Susie was no exception. When she was put to rest, it was as if I had inherited her glee and positivity. I became stronger than ever in that summer to remember.

There are many people that have the strongest impact in your lives. They are your role model and you want to be like them. These can be your family members, friends, or people that you just see on T.V. Whoever they might be they impacted your life because of want you learned from them. One person that had the strongest impact that made me who I am today is my mom. My mom had impacted my life and made me who I am today because she taught how to treat other how I want to be treated, don't judge other people because of their looks, and if you don't try you won't succeed. These are only the few lesson that I learned from my mom as a kid.

When asked who I consider to be a significant figure within my life, the first to come to thought is my grandmother, Wanda Walden. My grandmother has for many years been very influential in my life, whether from giving me advice or just being a strong shoulder to cry on when I need someone to listen. Grandparents teach the lessons that parents have not grasped yet, and listening to Wanda has given me years of knowledge that I myself have not received from personal experience. To be perfectly transparent about her, Wanda has always been a determined, tender-hearted, and loved woman.

The relationship between my grandmother and I 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 my family and I. 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.

A person that not only have I encountered, but who has been with me for the last twenty years and has had a great effect on my life is my father. No matter what, my father has always been there for me. Before I was born my dad broke his back at work and was out of a job for fifteen years. I felt awful that he had gotten hurt, but I am also happy because fourteen out of those fifreen years he was out of work he was always around to take care of me. My dad is always doing whatever he can to make my family and I happy and as a teenager I took most of it for granted. hwever, the last couple of years I think I have grown up a lot and now I am a lot like my father because now I want to do anything to make him happy, also I realized if it was not