My Papaw Research Paper

I lived in a small trailer home with my mom, dad, older brother and younger brother. I loved that little trailer, even if it was not the best, I still called it home. Even though I loved that place, there were times when I noticed that my parents would struggle financially and they wanted us to have more than a little home, they wanted the best for us. There were also personal difficult obstacles we had to overcome as a family. As a result, my mom went back into college to study for a Registered Nurse. I didn’t spend as much time with my mom as one child wishes they could, but I knew she was working lots of hours and going to class just to be able to give us the life she thought we deserved. The same applies for my dad, I knew he would come home from work in pain, exhausted, but he was doing it all for his kids. As I was growing up and noticing these things about them, I began to admire them and loved how

Yaws is a bacterial infection that comes from the spiral bacteria Treponema pallidum, and is the most common infection of the organism. It affects not only the skin, leaving lesions, but both the bone and cartilage. It presents itself in yellow ulcers and pain/swelling of the “long bones,” and untreated, yaws can lead to disfigurement and disability. Humans, though, are the only recipients of this infection known thus far. This disease is most prevalent in hot and humid regions along the equator, specifically Africa, Asia, the Pacific islands, and Latin America. The majority of populations affected are those that are secluded and “at the end of the road” because they live in very resource deficient or poor areas. These

My story truly began the day that my father passed. I will never forget how blue and clear the sky was. It was like heaven was beaming with joy because they added a new angel while I was mourning the loss of my best friend. My father worked in Nigeria part-time where he and my mother originated so his family there told his friends to tell us the message in person. The day that our family in Oklahoma came over to my home to me and mom that he was gone is forever stained in my memory. All I could think of was my brother because he was not there so I knew I had to tell him when he returned home. I looked at my brother when he came in the house took him to his room, and let him know the news. He cried and cried and I wiped his tears while holding mine back and told him, “We overcome this setback by showing the world what the Iyaye’s can do.” I stepped

Those two years came and went until one day dad received a phone call from grandma, she needed us. Uncle Tim and she had an argument about his wife and her children, they were living with her until they had their new house built and something blew up. Without a second glance my uncle and his family packed up everything and left. Grandma did not make her own food, she did not shop for her own groceries, she was purely dependent on her son, and she never had any reason not to be, because he was always there for her. Grandma was alone for the first time in a long long time. All it took was for a phone call from grandma to have dad running over there, leading to the realization that dad did not talk to grandma for two years not by his choice but because grandma had not reached out to him

We had just moved in March 2007 into my new house that my grandpa had built for us. I was so happy because I wanted to be closer to my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa was finishing up our house and his hip started hurting so he and my grandma went to the doctor. My mom was really stressed out because she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. One morning in April of 2007, my grandma and grandpa got a call from the bone specialist and they said that he had bone cancer and his hip was destroyed from it. Within the next few days they were planning hip replacement surgery. He had the hip replacement surgery and had to walk with a walker. Then things got worse because the cancer had now spread to his lungs and was stage 4 cancer. Within the next few months he had a massive stroke. Four days later my mom finds out my dad had stage 4 colon cancer and will not make it very long. One day later my grandpa took his last breath while holding my grandma’s hand. My mom was very upset about my grandpa dying and my grandma was screaming for him to come back. They had to take my grandma into another room so the funeral home could come in and get the body. My dad was still doing good at this time but then things changed.

Growing up was rough without a father in my life. As well, my mother was either at school or working half the time. I would be stuck with my grandparents, and I was the first grandson in both sides of my families so they never knew how to manage but buy me toys which I never really used. In some ways they spoiled me rotten. Right until my little sister Olivia and my cousin Roger were born. Then, I wasn’t getting spoiled anymore and was forgotten. However, this brings me to a time when I just reached third grade I was 8 years and my grandmother Sandra Simmons my mom’s mother. Decided it was time for me to give up my toys and become a big boy. So, I began to throw a tantrum and ask what the reason was. Well little, did I know my grandmother did a lot of missionaries to El Salvador way

“Hey we need to talk.” my mother said as we just got done cleaning the kitchen on the saturday before we were going to leave. It was December the 19, 2015 when mom told us that my Grandpa had cancer. While we were sitting at the table me and my sister started to cry. Mom said “But just don't bring it up while we are down there please he doesn't need the stress.” We both said ok and carried on with the day. That Monday we got up early in the morning and packed up the car and Jonathan wanted to take his remote control monster truck that he got on christmas and I told him “we don't have any room for that” And mom said “let him take it this could be the last time he could spend time with him.”

For the first 7 years of my life, I was a happy child who enjoyed the companionship of friends and had no worries. Then, on one Thanksgiving day, while I was sleeping, that all changed when I woke up to my mom screaming and crying. I wasn't sure what was happening, so I went to see what was going on. I went into the kitchen and saw my mom sobbing while kneeling over my grandfather. My grandfather had a massive heart attack which he passed away moments later. After that day life has never been the same for me and my family.

I had begun to forget about the caring, exciting grandfather I grew up with and replaced him with the memory of my dying, abusive grandfather. At that time I acclimated to doing my homework, studying in a hospital room and having to repeat every 5 minutes who I was and why I was sitting next to his bed. My youngest sister was very young at this time and did not fully comprehend why her grandfather was behaving the way he was. Throughout this experience, I had to step up and take care of my family members in ways I really was not prepared to do. Having to take care of not only my grandfather, but having to be emotionally strong for my parents and sister. I soon lost the memory of my real grandfather and replaced it with the man laying in that bed that I did not know. My grandfather ended up passing away on February 25th, 2015. The was one day after my sister's birthday. Of course I was upset when he left us, but in my opinion he had left us a long time before that day. Having to stand up and take the responsibility of taking care of my grandfather and being strong for my family taught me lessons in life that some may never

The things I carry on Monday are found in my twenty-five pound backpack filled to the brim with academic items. I carry my AP Government notebook, binder, and occasionally, textbook. I carry an excruciating amount of materials for that one class, as I hope to be a politician when I grow up. Though all five pounds of material could easily be replaced by a laptop, I refuse to sacrifice, no matter how minimal, any of my materials just to make my backpack a few pounds lighter.

My father died of a sudden cardiac arrest back in 2001. Even though my family and I were aware of the heart failures he experienced throughout his life, none of us expected him to leave us so soon. He was the financial support of my family. When he died, my stay-at-home mother became the provider of the house and forged ahead without even being able to process the grief. My life changed in the blink of an eye until this day. I transferred from an elite school to a public one, where I received classes with 60 other girls in a crowded classroom with broken windows and

Then he was diagnosed with cancer. But the problem had already started. He had not been to the doctor in years before that so nobody knew about the cancer. The tumor grew and they could not take it out because of the placement. But they tried to kill it with chemo. Every appointment my dad went their with him. When he came to are house. I was too young to realise that he was going to die from this tragic disease. So i kept on living my life. Being fresh and talking back. But the biggest thing i had ever done was when my grandpa came to my house after chemo one day. He was joking with me and called me and cluts when i tripped. So i called him an idiot and that i hated him. After a couple weeks without seeing him. My dad stopped getting calls from my grandpa for about a week. So they called the police. My grandpa was found at his house sickly. They rushed him to the hospital to only find his blood levels mixed up. They helped him and discharged him. But my Father mother and aunts made him stay at the hospital. But one day when my parents brother and I were at the beach house we got a call from my aunt that my grandpa was dead. My dad rushed to the hospital well my mom brought my brother and i home.little did i know he was still alive, but barely. I was not crying the whole time. I was to shocked to feel emotions.When my father finally got home at about 11:00 PM. He broke the bad news. My grandpa had died a few minutes after he had gotten their. That was the moments that i realised i had to be more respectful. To everyone. No matter if they were a stranger or a close friend. I knew i had to graduate from the childish kid to a mature

My do grandparents found each other and supported each other. Together they both went on to pursue college and graduate. My Grandmother had become a teacher and my grandfather at graduated with a business degree. Starting in 1953 my grandparents had their first child. After having their son, my grandfather signed up for the Air Force. Once he was out they went on to have three more my mother being born in 1963 as the baby. During my grandmother’s years of teaching, she met a young man who also was from a bad family. A mother that was a bad influence and a father that was never around. So my grandparents adopted him. By the time my mother was a age to attend college, my grandparent’s struggled with money and was on the very edge of losing their

Yow Wah gwaan- “Out of many, one people”! The country of Jamaica has very a diverse culture that is unlike the United States. Surrounded by clear water with beautiful coastlines on each side, Jamaica is a tourist attraction. Due to my mother being born in Kingston, Jamaica, I have always wanted to study its culture. Located in the Caribbean Sea, Jamaica’s cultural practices are similar and different from my families. This history-filled island country has an exceptional culture and heritage.

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