day in my life only to find out a loved one was gone. About three years ago, I thought that a day in my life would just be a normal day and fun night, but never did I expect to lose a very important person in my life. That day I was supposed to be at home taking care of my grandma; however, I chose to go out with my friends. We were partying, drinking, and having fun. Unfortunately, I ignored my dad’s caring words, “Son please stay home and take care of your grandma for she is ill.” My parents
My Grandma I grew up living through several life crises not knowing what to do about them, only that my grandma could make things better. My grandmother is the heart and soul of my huge family. At age six, my parents divorced and my mother got remarried, leaving my siblings and I behind to my half sister and grandmother’s care. The day I turned seven, my father passed away, leaving behind my eleven siblings and I. Although my dad had passed away, my grandma always said “it’ll be okay. You all still
My memories of Grandma and Grandpa Grandma and Grandpa are probably some of the most amazing people in the world. I am really blessed to be so close with grandma and grandpa. Both distance wise and relationship wise. I don’t even know where to start. Between all the cooking lessons, rock shows, R.V. shows, birthdays, track meets, concerts, holidays, dinners, snakes, shopping trips and so on I have a lot of ground to cover in not a lot of time. I’ll start with the cooking lessons. Sophie and I
scrubbed with soap and water, then returned to its place in the cabinet to await its turn. I hadn't figured out why my grandmother went to such great pains to clean them, but I'm sure she had a perfectly good reason. My grandmother was full of perfectly good reasons. Thankfully, the homemade peach cobbler just pulled from the oven remained undisturbed. Sensing my relief, my grandmother smiled at me and said, "I doubt Mrs. Willey will finish a third of this plate, the poor thing. No sense wasting
For this assignment, I chose to interview my grandma and my pastor. My grandma (my dad’s mom) lives in Yakima, Washington and is 80 years old. My pastor is 65 years old and lives in Duncan, Oklahoma. My grandma said this interview was fun and made her think. She lost her husband when she was 71 years old. She lives alone and is responsible for all of her personal care needs such as hygiene, house cleaning, and yard work. She has a neighbor from her church that helps her with any work that involves
I took advantage of the opportunity to discuss fear of death with the two oldest people in my family- my great aunt and grandma. I don 't consider myself to be afraid of death. It doesn 't seem like long ago that I was in the living room with my great-grandmother as she was in hospice care in the process of dying. Before that, my step-father 's mother was in the hospital, and I was in the room with her as she died, too. I think that, in part, because of all the uncertainty in life, the finality
it was the hardest year of my life. It was a beautiful, sunny day on August 3; however this day was a tragic one that I will never forget. Some think of their grandma as just a relative; mine was my other half, my best friend, my hero, and I could never be the same without her. This depressing event affected me greatly, and now it is difficult for me to live my life without her. My new responsibilities were devastating and challenging, but if it meant helping my grandma, I would have done anything
My Grandma Death. Something everyone deals with in their life. It’s the end of your story. People handle death in many different ways, from completely losing it, to it not affecting them at all. For me death hit very hard. I had never experienced the death of a loved one until my Grandpa had past. I was never close with my Grandpa but seeing him in that hospital bed that he wasn’t going to leave really upset me. This was the first death in my family. It was a horrible event but the death that has
My heart was beating so loudly that you could hear it from miles away. My body quivered uncontrollably as if I had seen a ghost. I sobbed so much that if you gathered my tears, you could make an ocean with them. Eventually, my eyes turned bloodshot as I ran out of tears. As I sat in a corner as dark as my sorrow, I caught my breath in rugged gasps. All I had left to remind me of her, her charming personality, and her inspirational messages was her charm bracelet, which I always keep safely worn
My deceased Grandma came to me in a dream. It was not just a dream but also a vision, I am sure of it! Amid all the problems I suffered from spirituality in life, my grandma wanted to explain to me that I was not responsible for her death. See, I blamed myself foolishly for killing her because instead of staying with her I went to my cousin’s home to spend the night. By refusing to stay with her, I determined that instead of the pacemaker malfunctioning, I caused her heart to stop. In the dream,