My Memories Of Grandma And Grandpa

asked to give the eulogy for my grandma 's funeral, I said oh yes, sure. I would be happy to. But after I thought about it for a bit I panicked! I thought what should I say, where do I begin;What should people know; whats most important, I went to bed stressing about writing something special. When I finally sat down the next day to write about grandma, I thought and thought. I wrote and scratched and threw out paper after paper. I wanted to include so many things that my mind was scattered in every

there, there was my Dad’s family. Some of them include my Grandma and Grandpa Reed. My Grandma was a bus driver, who drove kids to school. She was also a realtor, who sold houses. My Grandpa was a firefighter who actually drove firefighter boats. He was also an iron worker who worked for an iron company. Other people in my Dad’s family are my Aunt Susan and my Uncle Tom. After graduating from high school, my Aunt Susan moved to Clearwater, Florida to become a secretary. When my Uncle Tom finished

yet; the radiation had seemed to work. But then--then it didn’t. My world had been shaken. My life forever changed. My Grandpa was gone. Christmas night is my favorite memory. It was our last night all together as a family. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and my cousin’s baby whom was named after my Grandpa Jim were all together for the last time. Before going to the hospital, my family (minus Grandma and Grandpa) went to the Christmas eve service. It was different going to the

We sat in my grandparent’s living room. The large white curtains were drawn to keep the sun from shining through. My grandpa sat in a red chair with an extra pillow behind him to support his back as I sat in the red wheelchair that had been given to him after he had broken his hip. His face was tanned and his hair was the same as it always was; a halo of white around his head with wispy strands on top that I remember playing with from my childhood.. He had crinkles at the corners his eyes and smile

path was always my favorite in the winter though, all the trees are bare and every branch has snow and ice on it and it seems like you can just see through the woods forever because there’s nothing blocking the view. Once you get down to the lake and walk out onto the dock it’s such a gorgeous view. The ice frozen over, the trees surrounding covered in snow, all the other houses and docks. Visiting my grandparents is one of my favorite memories growing up. I loved going to see my grandparents because

her face, and her arms are always open wide to hugs from her grandchildren. My grandma was born on December 15, 1938. She grew up as the oldest of two sisters, and one brother. Dorothy Kampfschulte, her mother, was strong, independant, strict, and a great mom as my grandma had said, and her father had a temper, a good sense of humor, and loved playing cards. The entire family was strong in their faith. As a kid, my grandma attended kindergarten for half a day, St. Francis Xavier for middle school

Foxxy wanted to see everything their grandpa was telling them, so they would go out on adventures. On the way home from one of the adventures Foxxy’s foot got stuck in the bog, her sister then ran to get her grandfather to save the day. Foxxy and Sierra think very highly of their grandfather and they believe he is the best. After he passed, the smallest things would jolt her memory of all the tales and adventures they had. There are many examples that identify my personal connections and help me relate

Today was November 22nd at the Hope Lutheran Church. Today, my family and I were attending Grandma’s memorial service. My family looked so cleaned up and fancy. I thought if this wasn’t a memorial service we were going to, we looked like we were going to a fancy dinner. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the latter. All 14 of us piled into two separate cars and headed on our way. I felt empty and hollow approaching the church. Today would be the day that my family and I would shed waterfalls streaming from our eyes

dad’s birthday was given another addition. The day my hero and role model, Grandpa Tom, had passed away. My mom and I were waiting for dad to return home from work so we could go out for super. Dad decided on the restaurant Langers Bar and Grill for his forty-first birthday dinner. We walked into the restaurant and decided on a high table next to the bar so we could watch the Hawkeyes play basketball while we ate. After we were done eating and my parents were done with their drinks, we were ready

have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad. Shocked was the first word that came into my thoughts. I drew a total blank, my mind rushing with thoughts