someone that I hold near and dear to my heart, I think of the one person that I go to for everything. My grandma is that person; she is my person. Her heart is why I adore her. My grandma would give anything to anyone, she supports me in everything I do, her kindness radiates throughout her, and she is the most dependable person I have in my life. I hold my grandma on a pedestal because she has always held me on hers. To start with, I have witnessed my grandma give almost everything she had to those
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
fall day. My parents had gone to see my grandma, since she had not been feeling well for awhile now. She had no intentions of getting any better. My grandma was not your average old lady. A lot of things she did stood out to me as not “normal”. But ever since my mom and step mom met she had been like that, so it seemed “normal” to me. My parents had met awhile ago, just after my biological father and my mom broke up. I liked my step dads family better anyway. I consider my step dad to be my “dad” more
My grandma and I love each other. She has always been the person I would go to in my terrifying times of trouble. I am starting from where I can remember, her life and mine. Somedays I would go see her just because she is my grandma and my father loved her a lot. That was when she was healthy and able to go out to love her grandkids. I remember all the weeks I would go without seeing her; her and my grandpa loved to travel with her, so I regret wanting to be with my friends other than her. I used
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
Based on an interview with my grandma, Bien Nguyen who is my father’s mom, she claims to be 77 years old, based on her zodiac animal of a dragon. She does not know her exact birthday and only kept track of the year she was born, based on her lunar calendar animal. My grandma’s chronological age is middle old, but her functional age is young-old based on her performance of still being exceptionally active and going on two-mile walks everyday and swimming three times a week (Berk, 2009). In addition
Saturday mornings was our time or more like my time to debrief. The trees hovered over us, along with the identical apartment buildings across the street. Children played games on the sidewalk without a care in the world. Music played out loud from a neighbor’s window, and an ambulance wailed in the distance. Men strolled around, and cigarette aroma filled the air. There, outside of her apartment complex, on the concrete steps we talked. Talking to my grandma was my safe place where I could speak freely
into the car my grandma called to me, “Alito!” she yelled and I immediately turned around with a big smile on my face, like one of those huge smiles where all your teeth are showing. I remember my grandmother really well. She was a heavyset lady with long black hair and a very rough voice. Grandma's voice was like a pissed off boss, assertive and loud but whenever she spoke you would listen attentively. My grandmother also had a beauty mark on her face by her left eye. To me, my grandma was the most
My Great Grandma always used to say, “You girls will make beautiful brides” That is something that has stuck with me ever since she said it. My great grandma’s name was Bessie T. Cupal. No one really knows what her middle name was. She was an amazing person, and lived an amazing life. I know this because even though I was only 11 when she died, she told me many stories of her life. She was born in the US, but went back to the Czech Republic with her family soon after. “When I was 14, I came back