My Childhood Memories

When we arrived, we learned that the game had actually been postponed until tomorrow due to the baseball field being soaked with rain. As we arrived back at my grandparent’s house we received news that changed my family’s life forever. Both my father and I had learned that while we were away for not longer than 10 minutes, my grandmother had peacefully passed away. This news was extremely devastating for us because not only was it my father’s mother, but it was my grandma, who was the one who was always at my baseball games supporting me and was always willing to have me over after my school days during elementary school. As we came to accept the fact that she was finally gone, we were both struck with our emotions. It was a very emotional time for my family and I still have not been able to cope with her being gone. Everyday I feel as if a piece of me is missing and this feeling will probably be with me for the rest of my life because the effect that my grandma had on my life was that devastating. Now as I look back on this day almost exactly two years later, I can still feel the emptiness that I felt on that

After several weeks of my Grandmother passing, I came to realize she wasn’t coming back. The feeling of shock had left and now I felt intense amount of emotional suffering. The continuous feeling of pain and unanswered questions lingered about in my mind. I began to wonder how it could have happened and what people could have done differently. At this time, my whole family was grieving over the loss as well.

It’s August 28th, 2015 I had just moved to Grand Valley State University two days ago. Its 6:15am. My cell phone is ringing. It was my brother and I thought it was too early for him to be calling me, so I sent his call to voicemail, it rang again, I thought to myself, “Why on earth is he calling me at 6:15 in the morning it’s too early for this”, So I finally decided to answer the call and I got the news that my grandma passed away. It wasn’t totally unexpected, she was on hospice care an entire week before I left for college and I’ve watched her slowly deteriorate because of Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease, and dementia.

In 2015 my grandmother died. When I received the news I was on the couch and my mother told me “Miguel we have to talk” I was sweating because my mother was so serious and she told me that my grandmother was dead, and in that moment all I could think about was being back in the Dominican Republic, growing up with her, imagining the moments I spent in her house and the mornings that I sat in her living room, watching TV and smelling her amazing food wafting through the pass-through window from the kitchen. Then I snap back on reality and realize the future my grandmother would want for me.

My grandparents have a lot of characters that I love about them. They are kind, loving, caring, giving, friendly, and generous. Ammachi and Appacha are so kind and loving because they ask how I’m doing and give me hugs when I leave. Ammachi also comforts me when I’m sad and makes delicious food for me when I’m hungry, while Appacha helps me with word search puzzles. My grandparents make sure that I am comfortable, welcome me into the house, and ask how I’ve been

My grandpa died of Cardiac Arrest, where a sudden stop of blood flow fails due to the heart. At that time that I received the news from my family in Guatemala, I didn’t know how to react. Whether I should be sad and cry or stay quiet and give my condolences. All I knew is that it really hurt my family and they wanted to be with him. My grandma thought of something, booking a flight to Guatemala as soon as possible for his funeral. She decided to take me, my aunt and cousin. They were the only ones who really wanted to go in my family living in Los Angeles.

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

I lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

I just hold the bouquet I bought for him I just needed to visit him again. My aunt parks, there is no one in the cemetery visiting only my aunt, sister and I. We stroll and open the gate. My aunt searches for my grandfather's grave. I felt so calmed and happy at the same time as I was strolling with my sister and aunt. I see lizards and iguanas around, I was watching step. I finally see my grandpa Jose grave. I put the bouquet in a base of water and place it in his own grave. That moment I could feel that lump in my throat. I felt like I wanted to cry because I still remember him when I went with my mom to visit my grandma and him when I was a toddler. I had memories of when he would take me on a ride on a horse. I was happy that I completed my goal to visit him. Visiting cemeteries is not my thing but I did it for my grandfather. A few days ago my grandma was gonna show us pictures of when he was sick. She took out all her photos of her side of the family and when my mom was a kid. Sadly, she couldn't find the pictures, my grandma told us that a day before she placed them in her storage. However, the photos didn't appear. I instantly thought that my grandpa hide them from us so my sister and I wouldn’t see those pictures. As I leave the cemetery we all head back to my aunt's house. The next day I sadly leave back home. That day was a memorable and a special day for me in my vacation trip to

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in my

I had just finished my basketball practice. I was feeling ecstatic because I was making baskets left and right like Kobe Bryant. My coach even told me that he has never seen me play like that before. Then I strutted outside and found my father parked outside the school in his large, brown pick-up truck. I hopped inside and turned my seat heater to high because it was frigid, winter weather outside. My dad made some casual small talk, then he gave me the news. He stated in a low, dull voice, “Hey Jack, grandma past away today.”

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

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

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.