Life With My Grandmother

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.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

"I'm not trying to encroach on your parenting, Carla. You're handling this great as a new mom."

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

The Longest rollercoaster I have been in is the rollercoaster of the relationship between my grandmother and I. “ I feel like I have been waiting on something that isn’t going to happen” (http://boldomatic.com/view/post/A9FZeg) From the beginning of time I have hated my grandmother and most of my life I didn’t know why. Most people love their grandparents and worship them for their lovingness and general nature but for me it has always been this deep seeded hatred when it came to my grandmother. She is my grandmother from my father’s side and I am her oldest grandchild. Thus, my grandmother and I have a particular others relationship.

“I noticed you three don’t have any parents here, do you want to live with us, when my husband comes back from war he would love to have you.” she says to us.

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.

My grandmother and I were never really close, but I miss her because I could have gotten close with her .I don’t really have memories with her.

After landing, I went to the emigration office. This office was filled with people in suits and all talking in English, giving me the security that I was in right place. After finish the whole process of emigration, came the most anticipated part of my entire trip, see my mom. Down the ramp my mom was the first thing I saw. Seeing her was as if time stopped, as if it were a movie meeting. While I hug her, her skin felt so soft. I feel that sweet smell that has always characterized her. Tears began to show up in our eyes witnessing a beautiful family

“Okay, honey,” my dad started, nodding to my mom, “your mother and I have made a very important

Foster Mom, grandmother, and a mother, my grandmother is the best at all of these, but she is the greatest at being my grandma. My Grandma’s name is Bonnie Edwards and she Is 65 years old and was born on July 15, 1952, she has three children and her first job was a foster mother and she still is now. My grandma is special because she is kind, loving, and joyful.

My sense of independence was shattered when my grandmother departed from this world. I lost my grandmother and this experience shattered my perspective of life. Losing a loved one was like having a wisdom tooth pulled without any Novocain.

The significantly strong relationship my grandmother and I had, set standards so high for other ones that I sent myself in a downward spiral. I can easily say that my grandmother is the strongest person I have ever known. I was able to be myself around her. My grandma’s house was my second home. Every Friday evening, I would go to her house for a sleepover. It wasn’t the standard visit to grandma’s house; it was the bond and welcoming warmth nobody else offered to me. At seven years old, my first intention was to take of her, even though it was meant for the other way around. The one thing I took away

My mother will always be the woman who carried me for nine months, on the other hand, my grandmother is the one I call in emergencies. My grandma didn’t have to take me and my siblings in but she did. She raised us to believe we can be anybody we wanted to be. The best thing my mother could have done for my sister and me. was that she signed us over to my grandmother and brother. She gave us a change to have a new life and new adventures. The best thing my grandmother could have done for me was to tell me to never look for a man to do anything for me. My grandma and my mother may not like each other in the same way, but they knew how to take care of our futures. The greatest gift my mother gave me was life and my grandmother gave me everything else. Now because of my grandmother I know how to cook dinner, have the house clean, and pay bills. When it came down to graduation. I don’t even know how my mother got off of work or heard about it. she showed up then gave me a hug, took a picture and left. There were no questions asked about how my grandmother have or got a ticket. She was the first to get a ticket.my grandmother has been there since day one. I may have asked my mother for my graduation outfit but as a mother she was suppose to be doing all of it. My grandmother wasn’t she was suppose too be giving me candy and pinching my cheeks.

My grandmother’s home and family life is one that she is very proud of as she was raised in a loving home and continued that nurturing motherhood role as she had a family of her own. Violet met her husband Harold through friends in their surrounding area, and dated only him until the time they got married. Without social media and the easy access to vehicles and transportation, majority of the people who married in her generation already met their spouses at a young age due to proximity and school grades sharing the same classroom. She married Harold Mann at the age of sixteen in the town Cana and together they began their life together. They had six children, three boys and three girls all of whom worked on the family farm and helped doing the household chores. The job tasks in my grandmother’s home were very similar to the one’s she experienced growing up as a child; the girls did the inside chores with my grandmother while the boys helped out with the farming and machining responsibilities with my grandfather. Although the work tasks were different for the boys and girls, the expectations remained the same for all; they were to complete their chores with no complaining and appreciate everything their parents provided for them. All of her children attended elementary and high school, with two of her six children accomplishing graduation. The rest of her children attended to the needs of the farm and carried out those responsibilities as opposed to finishing school.