Narrative Essay About My Grandmother

Grandmother— a person who cares for you through thick, thin, the good, and the bad. There once was a time when my grandmother was healthy and able to take care of me that was until she got sick and it all turned around. Being with her during that time until she passed away was a difficult experience for me; it was also difficult for the whole family. It all started when she went to the hospital on Thanksgiving because she wasn’t feeling too well and there were other underlying problems. She was

I never really had a grandmother figure in my life until recently. Both my grandmas were older and incapable of watching small children. Growing up, my friends would stay with their grandma, go places and be spoiled by them. Last summer my dad and I decided to search for a car in Florida. His philosophy on cars was that we had to go somewhere below the rust belt. I was obsessed with the 2010 Mazda 3 and Florida had an abundance of them. My mom's Aunty Tina lived in Florida and we have always been

there for my Grandma even at her worse time. There have been multiple other times like in soccer or volleyball even when someone made me mad, but when my Grandma died I knew I should have done more. January 27th, 2014 my Grandma laid in a Hospital bed, hooked up to a machine with about ten wires. By her bed side there I sat along with my dad. My mom came and visited later in the day because she had to work. My sister already gave up, she stayed at home and didn’t even want to see my grandma.

My eyes were red and puffy while a broken hearted feeling settled in my body. I was only in Kindergarten, however, it was one of the uttermost grueling things I had to live with at the time. Nobody should have to bother with losing such a marvelous women, like their Great grandmother. At the time I did not understand what was happening, yet now that I am older I know the feeling preferably because of how many times I had to cope with the death of a loved one. It was a crisp sunny afternoon, in

that reached for my heart. I could hear the soul of everyone she was ever close to. My great grandmother was the beginning of this very family. My family. What is depressing most, is that she passed away 2 weeks before Christmas, the holiday that celebrates the person she idolized most… It was two weeks before Christmas Eve, my favorite night of the year! I walk up our driveway, and BURST through the door! The smell of my mom’s state-of-the-art meatloaf permeated my body, making my stomach grumble

to me once. My parents were making me go up north Michigan to go to the barielle of my Great Grandma. I was going to miss the first practice for theater and gymnastics. To be honest I didn't exactly want to go but my parents made me anyway. Step, step,step. Slowly I walked toward the gravestones. I could the sun glistening against all the polished headstones and the late morning dew still sits on the grass peacefully. Also in the further back, I saw the headstone that belonged to my great grandfather

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