My Great Uncle Was A Great Man

In the whole entire span of my short life, just a mere 13 years, I have just barely begun to grasp the true meaning of family. However, just recently, my grandfather, age 89, has been hospitalized and is currently on the verge of death. I have not been very close to him, but on the day I received the news, I felt like in an instant, the whole world was against me. That moment sparked a moment of realization in me.

Losing a grandparent at the age of 11 and younger was hard enough but losing one at the age of thirty-five hurt just as much. My grandmother is still living, I wasn't as close to them as I was to my other grandparents but there was still a relationship that was built throughout my lifetime. I had the chance to visit my grandfather while he was in the hospital. Regretfully when I went to see him he was too ill to have a conversation with, but my grandmother reassured me that it was ok because he knew I was there. My grandfather was cremated, this was the first time I attended a funeral where I saw a box of ashes holding someone who I loved. His funeral consisted our close family members and my grandfather's remains were placed in a mausoleum. His death affected all of us in one way or another, this was the first time I saw my dad cry. It makes me sad that he is no longer with us but glad he is no longer

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

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

My grandma was my best friend when I was young; I couldn’t wait to go see her. Being her only granddaughter I was secretly her favorite. She would have lots of yummy treats when I would visit her and when no one was looking she would sneak me a few

My uncle ray loved telling jokes, he had very funny corny jokes. He was also very shy, but outgoing to his own friends and family, and that's the uncle ray I remember. There are many memories I have of him, one is the time he helped me play the guitar. I was stringing the guitar on the couch, and he helped me string it and play a few notes. He looked up

Uncle John makes me the happiest girl alive because i don't see him often. So when i do see him we will always go out to eat and then go get my favorite milkshake. He always says the funniest stuff to make me giggle. John tells me secrets about hunting and fishing tips. He says not to tell everyone and to keep it a secret, and that makes me feel lucky.

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” These words from Dr.Seuss still stand true, and are something I can relate to. I believe that you should always show your love and appreciation to your family members for what they do for you. Before my sister left for college, I didn’t realize how much I appreciated her and loved her for all the things she did for me.

Watching my grandmother lay in the hospital and dieing was one of the most painful feelings I have ever felt in my life. I felt many different emotions when she passed away. I felt sad, angry, shocked, and many more, but all those feelings made me stronger as person mentally. I knew that one day everyone would die and no one could control that. Her death affected me in both a positive and negative way. My dad regrets many things that he did to his mom, so I know now that one day my parents will die and I should respect them and let them know I love them every day. The death of my grandma also made a negative effect on my life. Ever since she passed away my family been breaking

He was generous, he made sure that his nieces and nephews, should not lack anything. I remember taking me to vacations, buying me gifts, paying my tuition and buying toys for kids. One day I spent a night in my uncle’s house, in the morning I overheard him arguing with his wife. I didn't had an idea why they were arguing. He left home for work. After two hours, I heard the house phone ringing and I answered the phone, the call was from my uncle’s job. They told me my uncle was rushed to the hospital. I went to the hospital upon my arrival the nurse told me that he is no more. It was brain aneurysm got

Some of my favorite moments with my grandfather were how we always did everything together. I was glad I lived with my grandparents. Stuff with my actual family weren’t the best, because they thought they couldn’t handle me. My grandfather and I had so much fun throughout the years. We enjoyed going for ice cream the most. We always had the same ice cream every once in a while, but occasionally we would change it up a little. We usually grabbed chocolate ice cream for a treat, but sometimes we would decide we want a twist ice cream. I loved spending time with my grandfather.

As I became older I would stay with my Aunt almost every weekend. She would take me to do many things I never did with my parents such as going to the movies, eating out at nice restaurants and shopping. She was my Miss.

My grandma is one of my favorite people in the world. We were always close.

Most people know who their relatives are. They know their aunts and uncles, their cousins and their grandparents. Some relatives live far away and we rarely see them or in some instances, never meet them at all. Others die before we ever get to know them. I’m lucky because I have two sets of grandparents that live close by. My favorite grandpa is Charles Brainard and he is a remarkable and distinguished gentleman.

Family members tend to comfort each other after a tragic loss. Many would comfort us however we soon learned who really cared about us and who did not. I always say when someone dies you see the family's true colors. Following his death I had many father like figures step up to the plate but at the end they had their own families and rarely ever contacted me or my brother again. Uncles and aunts who I rarely ever associated with included me in vacations and sleepovers.Throughout the most difficult time of my life people took me in and raised me as one of their own. For instance my aunt Margaret and uncle Mark have included me in an infinite amount of family vacations and activities, they really care about me and want to see me succeed as an individual. Afterall strangers will step in and give you assistance not for their benefit, but for the benefit of yourself.