My Favorite Grandmother

park rides, though my favorite was of course the Tower of Terror. I went on it with my mom and my

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.

Mom’s decision of not letting us see Grandma one last time was definitely for the best. I thank her today for not letting us in there because now all I see when I think of my grandma is her bright smile that could light up a room full of

Many of us take people in our lives for granted and don’t realize how important

Since I was too young and too short to ride any rides, me and my sister went to the water park. The rides were still really big and scary, but also very fun at the same time, there was quite a few cool water slides that I

Rollercoasters. We got to space Mountain and we must have rode it 10 times because I was having so much fun that we kept going back again and again. Then we went to splash mountain which is a water version of space mountain, i got soaked along with my dad, he had to sit up front where he got soaked the most. My dad and I decided we needed to get some food so we went to this one

We got on the MIllennium Force first it wasn’t as scary as i thought it would be. We also got on the Maverick and the Mantis. Once we got on them three rides me and my mom got off and went to do other stuff. We went to bumper cars and other stuff. After we played games for a while it was about to close so the boys started playing games with us.

After a few months had passed, I remember seeing pictures of hanging up at family members houses and just coming across things in my room that she had given to me that always made me tear up and want to just scream and cry. My feelings are pretty much the same today and when I come across things that remind me of her I still tear up, I just remember she is in a better place now. Losing someone who means so much to you can never be easy. Just writing this story made me tear up and just made me remember her more and more. I don’t know what my life would be like today if I did not have her, like I said she was always there for me and when I was a baby, we lived with her because my mom and dad and brother had just moved from Colorado not too long before and were looking at houses so my grandma let us live with her for a while. My hero is my grandma and will always be her no matter

My siblings and I were emotional as while leaving her house the night before flying out. The thought that the next time we will see her will likely be at a funeral, was a difficult realization. Our trip and the photograph both made me appreciate life and the time that we have to spend with loved ones. The time that my family spent made Great Grandma June so happy. She told us that after our time together, she wouldn’t cry when we left, she would only remember all the wonderful memories we created that week. Our photograph will always stand as a memory and a reminder of the wonderful time we spent with Great Grandma

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

It was the end of the weekend. Her dad had been drinking a lot, so she decided to leave for the night with her friends. When she came back on Monday at dawn, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her daughter to enter the room and gave her a lesson that she would never forget. The next day she decided without telling anyone but her mother to leave the house and never come back, not until my grandfather would still be a part of this world. Weeks later, she

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

October 10th, 2013 at 7:30pm. The day of my grandma death. The day that changed my life forever. The day I will never forget. My grandma was my everything, she was the lady who raised me since I was born. I never had a mother or father, the only person who cared for me was my grandma. The day my grandma died I was in my senior year of high school and I had just came home from cheerleading practice. That was an unusual day for me because when I woke up that morning my grandma wasn't up cooking breakfast like she usually does she was in her bed asleep still. I looked outside and the sun was just rising. I went in her room that morning before I left for school and said these exact words, "Good morning grandma if you’re not feeling well, I could stay home with you and take you to the doctor." In a raspy low voice my grandma replied, "Good morning sweetie I'm okay I was just feeling a little sick this morning but I'm better now. You better get to school now before you are late.” Okay, Grandma Love you, call me if you need me", I replied. On my way to school all I thought about was why my grandma sounded like that this morning and how she wasn't up doing her normal routine. I have never seen my grandma get sick before. She was always the one taking care of me making sure I was okay. But I just pushed the feeling over just thinking my grandma was okay and I was just overthinking. I should've stayed home that day. I should've noticed that my grandma really was sick.

My grandma is the oldest out of the five children my great grandparents had. She married Bill Gilstrap and they had two children; my uncle and then my mother. My grandparents were married seven years before they decided to get a divorce. After their divorce, my grandma was set on raising her two children.

My grandmother has always been my best friend ever since I could speak.Saturday was the best day of the week. We walked into Steak and Shake, the smell of grease filled our noses.We would just chat about anything as we waited for food. But we didn’t order milkshakes, after that we went right across the street to Coldstone and I got a cotton candy ice cream with gummy bears. The ice cream was sweet and creamy. We moved over to Starbucks where coffee filled the air. We sat and talked with my aunt about anything you could imagine. Then we left in my grandma's small red car with no music, just laughter and memories that will last forever. Things changed as I aged and my cousins were born, but we were still best friends when I was upset I called her, when I needed advice, she was the first person I came too, and if I wanted something she bought it for me. She was the best person ever. But in just one day everything changed.