My Grandma In My Life

Ever since I was small I had been close to my Grandma. Although she lived far away in Mexico, we always went to go visit her during the summer. She was always sick and had a horrible cough. She kept going to many doctors and kept talking the medicine the gaved her. We thought it was just a cold and it was going to go away with time but it didn’t. It was during our next summer visit that we noticed that her cough hadn’t gone away that we decided to take her to a specialized doctor in the City of Mexico

attached to my grandma and was gullible enough to think she will forever be with me. My grandma was an admirable woman who raised me through hardships and despairs. She made me realize every individual had a different perspective, whether it was positive or not it did not matter for we were all entitled to have it. At that time, she was everything I had and cared for. That is not to say I did not love my mother, but you see, my mother and I were in completely different regions up until my fifth birthday

Life with Grandma My grandma’s house was my home away from home. The house was white and kind of run down, but she made the best of it. The house had a big yard with a garden on the side. She was the kind of woman who loved her flowers. There were a lot of different kinds of that flowers she liked, but her favorites were lilacs and african violets. I loved being at my Grandma’s house, it made me happy. I was always excited and happy to go to my grandma’s house. She always made me laugh and

before Christmas, the doctors told great grandma that she wouldn’t live for a lot longer.My great grandma with frail fingers, but delicate from painting amazing deer and cardinals. She was so short, that my brother was taller than her. Which made the next few weeks after were miserable because one day she was going to take her last breath. She lived passed what the doctors told her. Every day of the week, my mom would go and visit her because she was her grandma and was important to her. I would go

anyone’s life is when a loved one or an acquaintance passes away. It is always hard to cope when a family member passes away. Being so close to someone and then watching he or she die is very hard. I have been to several funerals, but mostly friends. My first family funeral was when I lost my grandmother. I will never forget grandmothers’ death. The passing of my grandma truly changed my life. The sentiment being separated from everyone else truly makes me extremely upset realizing that my grandma left

Superhero Grandma “You’re my little sticky,” a soft, soothing voice would say to me, warming my heart and filling me with joy. Many people have a special person in their life; often times a father, an uncle, or a close sibling. In my case, this special person is my grandma. More than just a grandma and a special person, however, my grandma is my mentor, role model, and hero. The phrase, “you’re my little sticky,” is just one of the many reasons I cherish my relationship with my grandma. However

In my life so far there has been one person that always supported my decisions; been warm while the world was cold,and loving till I thought there was no love left. My grandma has been a hero in disguise for as long as I can remember. Her creativity Inspires me, and her ability to teach others makes me feel proud to call her my grandma. Since I was little, my grandma would babysit my sister and I almost every weekend, making us food, playing board games, and watching movies. Spending so much time

time I walked through the door and felt disappointed or sad. This feeling is just one of the many reasons my grandma had a huge impact on my life. My grandma and I were very, very close when I was growing up. She lived here in town so seeing her was something that my family did very often. Over this past summer I had gotten a moped. Almost every single day I would stop by and me and my grandma would just sit there and talk. We liked to talk about or crazy distant family members and just have a good

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

lobby at the church where my grandma’s funeral would be held later that day watching as people arrived for the wake that was held before the service. I had spent most of the day beside my cousin finding comfort in his sense of humor during the heartbreaking event but when his mom arrived he had left me to see her. I was all alone in a time that already felt lonely. My grandma had been one of the most important people in my life since I was born. I saw her weekly “for grandma and grandpa day” that after