My Mother And Grandmother

First and foremost, my grandmother is always hurting me throughout my life. She raised me and my cousins from the time we were little up until now. I am the oldest out of me and my cousins, but I get treated the worst. My grandmother shows a lot of favoritism between us no matter what the situation is; I always get blamed for it. I graduated high school without no distractions and no kids. My cousins, on the other hand, barely finished school and had kids during their sophomore year. In my grandmother’s eyes, I am dumb and stupid. She feels that I would never be anything in life, that I wouldn’t accomplish my goals. She used to embarrass me in school and would have the other kids laughing at me. Never got anything that I may have wanted but my cousins always asked her for money because they never wanted to get out and find a job themselves. I never asked my grandmother for a cent, but get treated so badly. All I ever wanted was to make her proud of me. I wanted her to see how much I

My grandfather's dementia had gotten worse with age. He had developed a habit of walking out of the house randomly. They lived alone in their apartment in Pakistan. One day he walked out the same way and did not return for a long time. We were later informed that he had tripped on his way and broke his hip. After surgery my grandmother called me, I was living abroad at that time, and said, "I don't think he will recover, he is in a lot of pain" I assured her otherwise. She said, "I can't live without him. I don’t want him to die." The helplessness and grief in her voice was agonizing. She would often call and cry, it became tough overtime as I was abroad and not fully aware of his progress. I am her oldest grandchild, and she treats me like

My grandma was my superhero with her genial personality and her ability to give you her full, undivided attention in order to listen to whatever you had to say. It was always my dream to be able to share both my high school and college graduation with both my parents and grandma and being able to later pay them all back for all their sacrifices. Towards the beginning of my sixth-grade year my grandma became unexpectedly sick and as months passed her health slowly began to deteriorate until she fell into a vegetative comatose for the next four years. My grandma’s sudden illness came as an unexpected surprise which leads to my mom and her family having to take turns in order to care for my grandma throughout her extensive hospital visits and inhome medical care. Throughout those four years both my emotional and mental health took a hit as I tried my best to learn how to deal with her sudden illness and the fact that my mom was rarely home because she was either in the hospital or at my grandma’s house in order to help take care of

When I was younger, I grew up with four grandparents who I could spend time with. As I started to grow older, my grandparents started to deteriorate. My grandmother developed Alzheimer’s, and more specifically dementia. I remember one day at my beach house when I was talking to her, she asked me who I was because she couldn’t remember. She didn’t remember her own grandson. She started to lose all her memory and she had difficulty hearing and speaking. It got to a point where there was no way of communicating with her, and we wondered if she even knew who her own family was. She went through this deterioration for upwards of 5 years, and I it got to a point where I forgot what she was like before she developed the mental disease. I would watch

A few months into the school year I got some news from my parents that referred to my grandmother. She had an accident in her home that put her in critical condition. At this point my father rose to the occasion and began to watch after my grandmother, his mom. Taking care of my grandmother was not an easy task. She was constantly being moved in-between nursing homes and hospitals. She continuously had unstable vitamin levels and her body and was just in very poor physical condition. My father held on though, he was always by her side making sure she was okay. While my grandmother won’t ever fully recover, she is doing much better. It’s because of my father that she’s still alive today. I lost more of my innocence through all this but at the same time I learned that when things get bad, family takes care of one

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

I lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

That’s a huge reason why I have nothing to do with my grandma, because of the way that she treated my mom all those years throughout her childhood. My mom had to learn to grow up real quick and take over as head of the household and care for her 5 other brothers. So as soon as mom turned 18, she moved in with her grandma and took her brothers with her. Now under her grandmas roof lived 8 people total in a small 3 bedroom house. Mom worked hard throughout high school and ended up graduating early so that she could hurry and get into the workforce. She wanted to help her grandma out and bring more income in for her family.

The Longest rollercoaster I have been in is the rollercoaster of the relationship between my grandmother and I. “ I feel like I have been waiting on something that isn’t going to happen” (http://boldomatic.com/view/post/A9FZeg) From the beginning of time I have hated my grandmother and most of my life I didn’t know why. Most people love their grandparents and worship them for their lovingness and general nature but for me it has always been this deep seeded hatred when it came to my grandmother. She is my grandmother from my father’s side and I am her oldest grandchild. Thus, my grandmother and I have a particular others relationship.

However when my Grandma was 15 her parents divorced and her mother got full custody of her. My great grandmother eventually grew depressed, this affected my grandmother’s attitude and all her siblings attitudes too, so the fighting grew worse. Soon my grandmother was noticed by a few girls and they let her hang out with them. Her attitude grew more positive and she knew this is the effect she wanted to rub off on other people growing up with the same problems. My grandmother is now the most successful sibling (she tried helping her siblings but being as she was the youngest, they didn’t want to listen to her), and unfortunately due to my great grandmother being so depressed she stopped taking care of herself and grow deathly sick as a result, she died when I was eight years old. My grandmother’s siblings still are vain and quite rude to my grandma.

I had never felt that I had much of an emotional connection with my Grandmother, due to the fact that, for all of my life she was extremely reserved about her past and personal experiences. This could have been derived from her stern and conservative Scottish upbringing. She rarely conveyed acts of affection or emotion. As she aged her mental state began to worsen, gradually deteriorating. So when I was old enough to begin to question her about these things, she would answer with vague blurred answers. Don’t get me wrong, I loved and cared for her dearly and I think in her own private way she reciprocated.

        Growing up, my Grandmother and I were unquestionably close. One of my fondest memories with her was building puzzles and baking together. Fast forward to a few years later when I was 10 my Grandmother had fallen and broken her hip. After my Grandmother was discharged from the hospital my Mother decided she should live with us during her recovery. During my Grandmother‘s recovery was when her health began to decline. I began to notice my Grandmother would act differently and she was having difficulty completing simple tasks. My Mother and her siblings became concerned, so they sought a Neurologist. The diagnosis was an early onset stage of Alzheimer’s and as time went on naturally the disease progressed taking a toll on my Grandmother and our family. Considering I was young I did not fully understand what this meant, I just recognized my Grandmother was

My grandma could talk for years. Being 90 years old she has a lot to say. Growing up she was as poor as dirt. She’s lived in Munster, Indiana all of her life. With her family being so poor, they lived in a very small house. My grandma got her own room but her four brothers had to share one. At the age of 13 she was forced to drop out of school to help raise her brothers. My grandma told me that she would cry everyday watching the kids to go school. The only thing she wanted was to learn and go to school. Only 2 years after she dropped out, her mom left them. My grandma has still never forgiven her to this day. My grandma dreaded everyday after she dropped out. She told me she wanted to leave and run away. And so she did. She enlisted in the

The relationship I have with my grandmother is one of the most amusing, affectionate, and enjoyable relationships that I have ever had, and it has been this way since the very birth of me. My grandmother spent her career life working closely with people who needed her and were at a point of struggle in their lives. These efforts consisted of working at a children’s home for emotionally disturbed young boys, and teaching high school english in a program for pregnant teenage girls. She wasn’t a woman without problems, she simply decided to put her problems aside for the sake of others. I have seen her do this a thousand times just in the short 16 years I have known her, and in many instances, she was doing it for me. She was born and raised on the same farm that she lives on today, and my family lives in a house right across from her on this delightful land. She loves the beautiful creation that surrounds us, and has ingrained it in me from a young age to appreciate nature, and see beauty in what others see as just grass and sky. After reading this short description of my grandmother, she probably sounds like a very sweet old lady. She is sweet, but is not a woman you’d want to challenge or treat unfairly. My grandma has taught me to appreciate nature, stand up for myself while respecting others, and to be a good friend who knows how to comfort a troubled soul during a time of need.

There have been times where she didn’t have much left for herself, but she took what she had and gave it to someone who needed it way more than she did. You can begin to see what type of person my grandmother is. She’s always smiling and happy that she got to see another day. My grandmother is the type of woman who will go out of her way to see somebody else happy. She tells me every day that the reason she does all the things she does is because she had God to thank, and I admire her for that.