My Grandma In My Life

It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I

I remember it as if it happened yesterday. The strange sound of my mom's phone was loud and alarming. I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep. Soon after I went back to sleep, my mom came in my room. I sat up in my bed with my eyes half opened, and I remember the puzzled look on her face. It was frightening like if she had just been told something unexpected and upsetting. And at that exact moment, I knew exactly what she was going to say, and I froze in fear. She sat next to me and nervously mumbled ¨Your grandma passed away¨. I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to believe it. The exact same four words kept repeating over and over in my head and I felt like the whole world was spinning. Without even realizing, I then found myself bawling my eyes out. I had so many mixed emotions. I was heartbroken, I was angry and I was upset. My mom told me to get dressed since we were going to the hospital but I refused to go. I was upset and all I wanted to do was to be alone. My mom then left after having a talk with me about my grandma. I started to feel better and I was starting to accept that things happen for a reason, but it also started to feel like there was a huge hole in my

the next morning as we are packing for the trip back to Mexico, i went outside to say my goodbyes to my friends. But they were already on the bus going to school. I felt my heart dropped remembering about school. I went back inside to finish packing. mama and papa were in the back of the tent discussing about our trip. we walked to the train station and bought our tickets. soon after it was time to board. sitting by mama i could see tears running down her cheeks. at that second i felt like we are never coming back

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.

It was a sunday in August, I woke up so happy . It would be my first time out of Michigan. I was going with my big sister, my best friend and two other friends. When I say I was happy I was happier then than a baby when you give it chocolate for the first time. I said my goodbyes to my mom and I was off. We were at the checkpoint so that we could get on the bus.It was crowed and it was hot because the sun was out. It did not make it any better because the line was as long , like a giraffe's neck. We finally got checked in and took our seats on the bus. Then we hit the highway. People were yelling and laughing .We heard HONK ,HONK, BEEP, BEEP, from the cars the next 4 hours. When we finally got off the bus it felt like we

I got up and groaned as my legs felt like jelly after sitting down for so long. I got my bags and suitcase from the compartment and waited for my dad to get his things too. We finally got off the plane and I felt kind of dizzy as I took a breath. My dad flagged down a taxi New York style and I giggled as I saw how weird my dad and I looked amongest everyone else. Eventually a taxi came and my dad took our lougage and put in the trunk of the taxi and I hopped in.

She kept on whispering in my ear, “it’s going to be just fine. We are going to just fine.” We were rocking back and forth when a loud peep of noise came from outside. We looked over and saw that the wind was coming toward us and banging on the window. Oh no, the wind is picking up ad dad must be driving now, I thought. I looked at my mom and saw that she was totally relaxed. How, I thought in disbelief. Seconds felt like hours. I was very impatient and my dad being gone was not helping. My mom just kept on hugging me and nodding at the phone. I looked down at my sweaty hands and tried not to think about dad being gone. Then, I looked up and saw that outside the lake had waves as big as basketballs rolling into our shore. I really hope we make it through this, I

As we were walking into a chilly hospital from the freezing pitch dark night. I sat onto a hard uncormtibale wooden seat next to my older sister. For 30 minutes we sat there, then a nurse appeared from nowhere and told us the directions to our moms room. Our dad told us that we could go to our moms room 1st.He then began to walk slowly behind us.

The plane ride was not that fun. I sat down for two and a half hours! I felt like a dog in a cage. I did get some food and soda. I ate pretzels and coca cola. My sister and I played rock,paper,scissors for most of the ride. As we landed, I got out of the plane and grabbed my bags. I ate at a restaurant called Chilis. It smelled smoky, it was a good type of smoky though. We ate and left the airport. The food was delicious! I had a juicy burger, my sisters had spicy hot wings and my Mom had fish and chips. We approached the outside of the airport. I saw my Great Grandpa in the car. I was very thrilled to meet him for the first time.He took us to the Riva Bar and Grill. The place was very fancy. It smelled

It had been less than a week since we were told that my Great-Grandma was dead. We drove all the way to North Dakota for her funeral. When we got there, there was a casket with the pale, lifeless body inside. There was also a lot of people gathered for the funeral, which made a lot of sense considering that my Great-Grandma was 100 years old. After a waiting for while, we walked into a room where we were told how the funeral was going to go, but all I could think about is how real it felt that she was really gone and that I would never see her again. When we sat down in the chapel, I saw a picture of my Great-Grandma and inside my heart pounded and tears swelled. I held in my tears with all the strength I had, but when I saw the casket slowly

My cousin Diana and I were in Mexico all summer long. On a Sunday around 4 pm Diana came looking for me to give me some news I never thought would come so quick. She was texting her brother who was back home. He texted Diana to tell her that they found our cousin Anthony dead in a ditch in San Diego. We were left speechless. All I could think about was what my cousin went through. In my head I could just see him suffering while he laid on the floor. I just felt my body turn cold. My eyes filled with tears. My tears hit the table like bullets. It was like the world stopped spinning. I called my mom to change my flight to Las Vegas because I did not want to miss my cousin funeral. My mom told me that she could not do anything about my ticket. I had to wait a few days. I wanted to help my family with the car wash and other stuff they did to get money.

I remember the exact feeling that came over me when I first heard very clearly. My mom then came in from another room and was extremely pale. Her eyes were as watery as a flooded river during a storm. I saw her, and she saw me. We both, crying like babies, had a long and love-filled embrace in the middle of my house. I am not going to go into detail about everything else that happened, but no more than two hours after that moment my mom and I were in a car on the way to the airport to fly to England. This was one of the hardest plane rides I have ever had to experience. When we arrived to my mom's hometown, Liverpool, an array of sorrow and sadness filled the air. On the other hand, there was also a huge feeling of love. I felt a deep connection with every one of my family members. We were all together, and nowhere else would we rather have been at that time. We went on to grow so much closer as a family.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

It was an early Friday morning it was like 4 something, as my mom and me walked out the door to go to the car, still in a daze from being awaken so early I climbed in the front seat and we were on our way to Macon, Georgia to catch the shuttle bus to Atlanta airport. So as we arrived in Macon an got on the shuttle it hit me that I was about to experience my first airplane flight and then I started to get nervous, and a little scared so I started listening to music to try and calm my nerves and it seemed to help a little but as soon as we reached the airport the shuttle bus stopped and the driver said. “Southwest airlines this is your stop”, as he pulled the bus to the side of the curb then assisted the people as they got off of the shuttle bus and helped them unload their luggage.

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.