My Memories Of My Life Essay

My great-grandmother was the matriarch of my family. When I was in seventh grade, around thirteen years old, she passed away due to breast cancer. This misfortune created an extremely difficult time for me because, not only was I adjusting to the environment of junior high, but many other issues were occurring in my life; this was the third death that I was having to deal with. Unfortunately, one of the previous deaths (that I was still trying to hurdle through and come to terms with), had occurred almost exactly a year before the passing of my great-grandmother. The second death that I had gone through occurred only one or two months before my great-grandma has passed. All of this turmoil created numerous internal conflicts for me, but also taught me a key lesson to keep note of, for the rest of my life.

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

After a few months had passed, I remember seeing pictures of hanging up at family members houses and just coming across things in my room that she had given to me that always made me tear up and want to just scream and cry. My feelings are pretty much the same today and when I come across things that remind me of her I still tear up, I just remember she is in a better place now. Losing someone who means so much to you can never be easy. Just writing this story made me tear up and just made me remember her more and more. I don’t know what my life would be like today if I did not have her, like I said she was always there for me and when I was a baby, we lived with her because my mom and dad and brother had just moved from Colorado not too long before and were looking at houses so my grandma let us live with her for a while. My hero is my grandma and will always be her no matter

It has been almost 3 years since he has passed and there is not a day that goes by in which I do not think of him. This really hit me hard and it took a while for me accept the fact that I will never get to see him again. From going through the experience of a loss I have learned that life can take you in a blink of an eye and that you need to make the most of it because you never know what is going to happen

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.

When my dad was around 25 he lost his mom to cancer. It hit him really hard. It couldn't of came at a harder because he had a baby on the way. He knew that he had to stay positive for his family and his sister. His sister was the most devastated of them

From that day on I now understand that one person can change your life, and how you act around people or towards things. Never take anything for granted. Say good positive things to people because never know when they are gonna die. When will I face something like this again? I hope to one day see my great grandpa again, but this time not on earth. I would give a million dollars to see him again and thank him for everything he did for me. The fall of 2006 was a gut wrenching experience that tore my heart apart. All I want to say is R.I.P great

Losing a loved one may be the hardest thing that some of us will have to go through. The pain of seeing them go, and knowing that you will not be able to see them until you pass on is difficult subject to swallow. My great-uncle Grant died almost exactly two years ago today. He is my Grandpa Wyatt’s brother. He was only two and a half years older than my grandpa, and looked almost exactly like him. To me, he was like another grandpa. The legacy that my Uncle Grant left is how giving he is, is his work ethic, and his ability to always put his faith first.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

Losing my grandmother was one of the worst things that have happened to me. When she died, I knew my life had changed. I watched her take her last breath in the hospital and it was very heartbreaking. She was like my second mom because she was always with me. I didn’t think it would come so soon. Dealing with her death was one of the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do. It was very hard because it was my second experience of losing someone very close to me around the same time of the year. I had to learn how to cope with losing her. I let all my emotions out, I didn’t listen to what anyone was saying, and I had to remember to take care of myself. Losing my grandmother changed me because she did everything for me. I had to grow up and be more responsible. I had to learn how

My great grandfather Bob Howell, who we called Papa Bob, was one of the greatest men ever in my opinion. He taught us many things, from how to treat one another to how to get through life accomplishing many things. Not too long ago he had experienced a fall. My cousins were outside doing yard work and had came in to get a drink, when the youngest heard someone. She saw papa Bob laying on the ground of his bathroom floor, and ran to get her sister. I got a call from her saying that she couldn 't get a hold of any of our parents. I started to panic and called my parents over and over until my dad answered. Papa Bob made it to the hospital, had scans done and got checked upped, but they said he was fine. As months went by he was never quite himself again, I blamed it on the fall secretly, but the doctors never found anything. It was getting worse and worse until he was put in the hospital. I knew his time was coming and I tried to spend time with him and listen to his stories when I could.

My grandma had been one of the most important people in my life since I was born. I saw her weekly “for grandma and grandpa day” that after the fourth grade, just became “grandma day.” She was positive almost to a fault even through a series of very difficult situations that she faced in her later life. She was the strongest, most kind person I have ever known and I wanted to be like her more than anything- I still do. Her sudden cancer diagnosis after years of remission left my entire family in a dismal state. We were forced to watch as the smartest woman I have ever met began losing childhood memories. Then more recent memories. Then any memory of us.

My mom’s dad passed away first in March. He was at our house that night because he had went to visit a new doctor for his kidney. My grandpa only had one kidney and grew very sick so, he was put on dialysis. After he visited this doctor he and my family finally had hope that it would start to get better from here on out. I remember showing my grandpa this “super cool” basketball shot I learned right before he left, that is really the last thing I remember from him. He and my grandma headed home and as they started to get closer to their

I remember waking up early in the morning to go mowing with him, he would mow from when the sun came up to when it came down. Personally I didn’t like this as much as he did, but quality time with a grandparent for me is a great thing. I would always think to myself how lucky I was to have two sets of great grandparents living at the same time. I’ve always enjoyed hanging out with older people, which after getting to know my grandpa I figured out why. There is always much more to learn from them compared to hanging out with a friend your same age. I remember doing everything for this man that he could possibly ask me to do. I used to think of it as me working up to

He was one hilarious guy. He had so many stories to tell and I loved every single one of them. He would do anything for his grandkids. He loved us so much and I really wish I would have appreciated his love. He would do anything for me. From small things like getting me donuts in the morning, getting into the pool with me when no one else would, to having a heart to heart conversation because he was the only one who understood me. My sister always hated me (she actually still does), my parents always yelled at me, but my papa was always the person I would cry to because he hardly yelled at me. He would yell at me for the stupidest stuff. For example I always filled a bowl with whipped cream and ate it, he thought it was so gross and unhealthy but it was the only way I would get some kind of milk into my body. My papa was my go to person. I didn’t always appreciate what he said at the time he said it but looking back I appreciate every little thing he told me. His dream is for all six of his grandkids to go to college, and all six of us plan to have his dream come true.