My Grandmother : My Best Friend

You never truly know how much someone means to you until they are gone. All of the hot summer days spent at her house, the home cooked meals for lunch, the daily routine of watching game shows on GSN, the hours and hours of playing monopoly, and working the concession stand at Evans Park for the summer are now just cherished memories that I have with my grandma.

When we arrived, we learned that the game had actually been postponed until tomorrow due to the baseball field being soaked with rain. As we arrived back at my grandparent’s house we received news that changed my family’s life forever. Both my father and I had learned that while we were away for not longer than 10 minutes, my grandmother had peacefully passed away. This news was extremely devastating for us because not only was it my father’s mother, but it was my grandma, who was the one who was always at my baseball games supporting me and was always willing to have me over after my school days during elementary school. As we came to accept the fact that she was finally gone, we were both struck with our emotions. It was a very emotional time for my family and I still have not been able to cope with her being gone. Everyday I feel as if a piece of me is missing and this feeling will probably be with me for the rest of my life because the effect that my grandma had on my life was that devastating. Now as I look back on this day almost exactly two years later, I can still feel the emptiness that I felt on that

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 time. It never got old talking to

One of my favorite memories is going in the field and rolling around till every spot was full of mud. We go from fishing in the summer, to jumping in the waterfall and ice skating in the winter. When we went to six flags we rode the roller coaster until we felt sick. She knows how to make the smallest things into something fun. When we asked to go strawberry picking we didn't get one strawberry in the bucket, but at least are tummy’s were full. One of the scariest moments in my life is when Mckenah feel and hit her head. When I ran over to her she was awake but not moving. I carried her into the house and looked down and seen fear on her face. I asked her some questions and she had no memory of the last month. She could move everything but she said her head hurt. Knowing that my parents weren’t home, I didn’t know what to do other than telling her “I’m right here everything is going to be okay”. McKenah was know crying and as I called my grandma I started to cry too. I tried to stay strong for her and hide my tears as I got her up. On the way to the hospital I remember her looking up and telling me “ i’m glad you're here”. I stayed with McKenah the whole time at the hospital with her parents, and went to her house as often as I could to visit her. These memories make me thankful to have McKenah as my friend, and I cherish every memory even if they're small

The part of this that tore me apart the most was that I couldn’t even go to her funeral, it was on the first day of classes, and grandpa told me to stay at college and not go to the funeral because it’s what grandma would want. This broke my heart. I thought I was a horrible granddaughter. I went with my grandpa’s wishes even though it was the most difficult decision I have ever made.

In the midst of my tears at the beginning of that car ride in August, my mom said, “you’re going to make friends. You’re going to form deeper friendships than you have ever known to last a lifetime.”

My Great Grandma was my best friend, I’m not sure how else to describe our relationship. She was someone I looked up to and hoped to be like when I grew up. She taught me a lot about life and how crazy it can be. Whenever I have tough days I replay her encouraging words in my head. Towards the end of February of 2013, my family received a call from my Great Grandpa to inform us that my Great Grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. We found this out only a few weeks before we were supposed to head down to Arizona to visit them for spring break. Our family didn’t know how severe it was going down there, we came to find out she was genuinely unhealthy. She didn’t want to leave her room, she didn’t want to complete simple tasks, she would tell

Back in the days, my wonderful Grandmother died in 1980 and left a few things around. My Mother went to her house to find out what she left in her house. I wasn’t born then but my mom told me what happened we really miss our grandmother and how she made us laugh and cry at some times. When my grandmother was alive she used to tell us how slavery was back in the days. We used to actually cry when she told us that we couldn’t believe how they use to get treated back in the days .My grandmother was a helping kind lady that helped us when she could that was the only person that looked out for us. She was the best in the world I know everybody else in the world wish they still have they grandmother. Whenever we didn’t have anything to eat my grandmother would make us something

I peek through the door to say goodbye to my grandma as I was on my way to cheer practice. As I observed her through the window I see her prepping her insulin, she lets out a small “ouch” as she inserts the needle. I watch her unable to help, I walk in give her hugs and kisses and run out to make it on time for cheer practice. I would practice on average five hours a day seven days a week since the age of three. Dedicated and passionate about cheer I thought I would never let it go. When I wasn’t spending time with my grandma trying to assist her or I was studying deeply to get into a good medical program, I was at cheer practice. While in the midst of studying and cheer, my grandma got really sick, I watched her helplessly depart. I wasn’t

She was always there for me and still is. I had one other living grandparent she didn't want to have anything to do with my family for reasons we could not understand. About two years ago she had a heart attack and wanted to see us, so my parents dropped everything they had going on and drove to Nevada to see her. We stayed in contact with her until we went to visit her for the last time. She had a stroke and wanted to see my dad before she died, so we cancelled what we had going on and drove to see her. The night we arrived in Reno to see my grandmother she died. I learned how my parents will do anything for family and that we have to be there for eachother no matter what. No matter how bad we mess up family will always be there for you in the end. And that is all that

The next time I saw my grandma, she was laying in a hospital bed dying of sepsis. My mom showed up to school and we drove to the hospital. I didn't get to say anything before I watched my grandma die, but my mom says her seeing me was enough.

I had just finished my basketball practice. I was feeling ecstatic because I was making baskets left and right like Kobe Bryant. My coach even told me that he has never seen me play like that before. Then I strutted outside and found my father parked outside the school in his large, brown pick-up truck. I hopped inside and turned my seat heater to high because it was frigid, winter weather outside. My dad made some casual small talk, then he gave me the news. He stated in a low, dull voice, “Hey Jack, grandma past away today.”

I grew up in a small village in Mexico where there were no health care professionals. My grandmother was one of the women in the village who would take care of the sick. The knowledge and wisdom she gained over the years was passed on to my mother. One day, I remember my mother asking me to accompany her. It was late at night, all of the dogs would bark at us as we walked by, and I did not know where we were going. We came to the house of a sick child. It was then, I realized that my mother had been asked to come and give the child medicine. The privilege of getting to help the child get well again gave me a sense of accomplishment. What we had done there guided me to strive for something that would give me that same sense of accomplishment. In 1996, my family and I got the opportunity to move to the United States. As a little girl, I did not understand how such a sad and difficult goodbye would bring me to a better future. A place that has brought me closer, than I had ever thought, to accomplishing my dream of becoming a pharmacist. I am grateful for of all of the opportunities that living and studying in the United States has brought.

My grandmother and I were never really close, but I miss her because I could have gotten close with her .I don’t really have memories with her.

Grandma had a pet pig. When grandma when was young. 3rd world country in a small farm in Cambodia. At grandma’s house is set further from the rest village. Right on the main road that travelers from the city to the river to trade goods. When grandma was in her in late 20s, after her father passed away, there was travelers that that sells alive piglits, they passed by grandma’s house on their way to sell their piglits. When they came back, they only had one piglit left over because no one wants that pig and it was a female dysfunctional run of liter (when the animal have the kid, then it’s not completely form). They stopped by in front of grandma’s house because her father build a shade sitting area where travelers can sit and drink water to