Narrative Essay About My Grandmother

One of the most terrifying experience began on January 2014. When my aunt was rushed to the hospital. For the past years, she has been suffering from chronic illness that has had a negative impact on our family. Due to her immigration status, my aunt has struggled to gain the necessary resources to obtain a health care plan. On several occasions, my aunt has stopped purchasing her medication because of the high cost. This has led my aunt to suffer from stress, depression and anxiety, recently she had to seek professional help because her depression was affecting her personal life. Ever Since my aunt was hospitalized, she has struggled to get back to her regular routine, this caused her to change her diet, attitude and work less hours.

She and I had an especially close bond. Shortly before my dad’s accident, both her parents had died. I was the one who supported her through a very difficult year. As a result, she always treated me differently from the other kids—almost like an adult.

I was awaken by my mothers frantic crying. Immediatly I broke down because I already knew what that meant. My grandpa was no longer living. We rushed to hospice were his cold lifeless body was still laying in the hospital bed. Walking into that room was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. The moment we stepped into the door our family members were all circled around the hospital bed and all that was heard was weeping and crying. My mother was clearly affected the most by his death because she was the definition of a daddy’s girl. When she saw him laying there she instantly brroke down and rushed to his bedside and began talking to him as if he was alive. I remember her repeadtly saying “ I love you Wedaddy”. The look on my mothers face broke my heart. She had always been the light in a dark room. She was always the person that found a way to put a smile on everyones face. I had never seen her like this and it frightened me. Looking at my garndpa lay there lifeless and realizing I would never be able to get one of his famous hugs hurt

My grandma became a big part of my life and no one can ever replace her or all the things she has taught me. Then, just a few years ago, I heard something that still haunts me to this day.

One of my favorite memories is going in the field and rolling around till every spot was full of mud. We go from fishing in the summer, to jumping in the waterfall and ice skating in the winter. When we went to six flags we rode the roller coaster until we felt sick. She knows how to make the smallest things into something fun. When we asked to go strawberry picking we didn't get one strawberry in the bucket, but at least are tummy’s were full. One of the scariest moments in my life is when Mckenah feel and hit her head. When I ran over to her she was awake but not moving. I carried her into the house and looked down and seen fear on her face. I asked her some questions and she had no memory of the last month. She could move everything but she said her head hurt. Knowing that my parents weren’t home, I didn’t know what to do other than telling her “I’m right here everything is going to be okay”. McKenah was know crying and as I called my grandma I started to cry too. I tried to stay strong for her and hide my tears as I got her up. On the way to the hospital I remember her looking up and telling me “ i’m glad you're here”. I stayed with McKenah the whole time at the hospital with her parents, and went to her house as often as I could to visit her. These memories make me thankful to have McKenah as my friend, and I cherish every memory even if they're small

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 took hours for the ambulance to get there. She had now been in the hospital for 2 weeks, but she had not woken up yet. As her twins, husband, family and friends waited for the news, most of them were still dealing with the fact that she could be dead in her early age of 38. One day while everyone was waiting the doctors came out and said that she stopped breathing and there was nothing they could do, she was dead. As everyone came to a sudden realization that she was really REALLY gone, her husband didn't want to except it. Finally, he excepted it and everyone was heartbroken at this loss. Lastly, I would like to thank everyone for coming here today to remember our beloved friend we have lost, but now we can say she is with her father, Jesus, and every member she has ever

It’s August 28th, 2015 I had just moved to Grand Valley State University two days ago. Its 6:15am. My cell phone is ringing. It was my brother and I thought it was too early for him to be calling me, so I sent his call to voicemail, it rang again, I thought to myself, “Why on earth is he calling me at 6:15 in the morning it’s too early for this”, So I finally decided to answer the call and I got the news that my grandma passed away. It wasn’t totally unexpected, she was on hospice care an entire week before I left for college and I’ve watched her slowly deteriorate because of Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease, and dementia.

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

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

When I was younger my grandmother fell into a coma after her surgery. This was an unexpected situation because the doctor told our family that the surgery would be fine and she would come out alive. Next thing I know, we got a phone call from my uncle that my grandma was in critical condition. The doctor told us something went wrong during the surgery and my grandmother became a vegetable. When I went to visit and saw her on the bed, I was devastated. I was so young and I felt completely helpless. I wanted to do something, but I did not know what I could have done because I was only her grandchild. At that time, my mind was blank, but I was still observing the hospital settings. I saw numerous nurses walking around, monitoring and

I sat there, numb, unmoving, my breathing shallow. I just sat there thinking about the time I was able to spend with him. The way his little fingers would grasp my larger hand. I sat there remembering how his sad little smile could warm my heart, even on my worst day. Then I remembered my reluctance to get close to him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stay with us long. I remembered how I would never volunteer to hold him, not wanting to bond with the sweet boy that would leave before he had the chance to walk or even utter his first syllable. I felt a cold regret slowly seep into my body, regret for not loving on him more than I did, more than I should have.

It was the end of the weekend. Her dad had been drinking a lot, so she decided to leave for the night with her friends. When she came back on Monday at dawn, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her daughter to enter the room and gave her a lesson that she would never forget. The next day she decided without telling anyone but her mother to leave the house and never come back, not until my grandfather would still be a part of this world. Weeks later, she

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green

She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite