My Great Mother : A Mother's Mother

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

My grandma became a big part of my life and no one can ever replace her or all the things she has taught me. Then, just a few years ago, I heard something that still haunts me to this day.

My grandma Linda was her only daughter. I spent weeks at Ma’s house in Holstein, Iowa. Christmas for the Grell’s was always hosted at Ma’s house. When I was young she would take me swimming at the communities pool, and ice cream afterwards. Ma’ was an expert cook, her favorite summer dish was fried chicken. She was nearly famous for that fried chicken. In September of 2012 Doctors discovered a tumor in Ma’s liver. Ma’s children paid for an assisted living home in Sioux City, Iowa. She pasted away March 21, 2013. Leading up to March the relationship between my mother and her parents decrepitated. My grandparents refused to come to my high school graduation.

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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

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

One Saturday afternoon while sitting at home feeling bored, I looked up her name up in the phone book. I dialed the number and a man's voice answered. I hung up the phone and dialed again and hung up. This went on for perhaps 2-3 minutes. Half an hour later the operator called on our telephone with my mom saying “It won't happen again.”

It was a freezing cold day and I was avoiding the flurries outside by staying in my bed all day. I was with my dad for the weekend and as the weekend was ending the amount of clean clothes i had left from packing for the weekend was dwindling. That was when we got the call. It was my grandma.

Soon we got to my grandma's house and we rushed to her room and saw her in her bed but, she didn't give me that big bear hug. On her stomach was the orange and yellow thing, I tried to grab it but my mom just gave it to me in tears. They grabbed these big brown things and started to put her stuff in there. My mom found another orange and yellow thing and didn't put it in the big brown box thing she put it in my diaper bag while giving it a kiss. She and my grandma were heart broken. A person came up to my mom and said,¨ I'm sorry for your lost.¨ and left

Four months ago I lost my grandmother who was a very adorable person for me, when I was not in my house. People kept coming to our place in order to give their condolences. It was very hard for me to understand that she is not in this world any more. She was the sweetest person in my life whom I could hug tightly and kiss on her cheek. When I asked my mother the

One day, while my grandmother was reading the daily newspaper I asked, “Grandmother, why do you not talk about my mother at all?”

In the year of 2008, my grandma passed away. My family had a feeling she was gonna leave us one day but not so soon. She was the most caring and loving women that I ever met in my life. My whole life I called her “Grandma K” for her being my dad’s mom. Seeing her go was a lot for me take on with me being only eight years old. I couldn’t understand on why she had to leave. I would ask my parent’s “Why did she have to go so soon?” they would continue to tell me she’s in a better place now.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.