Narrative Essay About My Grandmother

She went through every emotion she could but she always tried to be brave for her family. My father took on so many roles to help her. He would work all day, come home and cook dinner, wash dishes, and then he would wake up every four hours during the night to give her the medication she needed. My sisters and I did the best we could to have the rest of the house run smoothly. Not having the house clean or dinner cooked would upset my mother and would make her anxious which in turn would cause more difficulties with her breathing. We all got used to not having her at school functions and my father attended as many as he could. Our family tried to work together to help my mother and not cause her any more anxiety. My mother eventually was not able to fight anymore and she passed away at the age of 55. I was 21 years old married and pregnant with my first son. The Doctors never explained to any of us, or helped us to understand how living with AAT or having someone you love with AAT would affect your

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

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

Belonging to a closely knitted family we experienced caregiving from both angles. Almost everyone could be considered a caregiver. My great-grandmother was the sole care-giver for my mother and her sisters as my grandmother wasn 't around and my grandfather was just not inclined to look look after three girls. On the other hand

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

My grandmother was always there for me from when I was little till now. Now its hard for me to look at her the same because she very sick. She lives in New York and their nothing i can do to help. My uncle and doctors are helping are helping

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 was eight when it all happened. I knew that my grandma was ill but being a clueless little kid i never quite understood the severity of her sickness. I remember when my dad first told me that my grandma was sick, i didn't think anything of it i honestly thought he just meant that she came down with the flu. We’d visit frequently, and every time i'd always tell my dad i didn't know what he was talking about because she seemed completely fine. Her face still brightened with a the happiest glow when she saw me and my sisters. She still loved to teach us how to bake, even though by the end of it her once neat and tidy kitchen, was now a total mess. She didn't care though because our

She had been battling breast cancer for two years until she developed a brain tumor that would ultimately be the cause of her life ending. Over the years, we never really saw my Grandmother, Carolyn, in a bad state. We knew about her illness, her operations, and her treatments but we never saw her struggling with it because she was a strong women. Only up until she learned about her brain tumor, she was very good at making sure the family wasn’t worried about her because she knew she was going to die and that it was inevitable. The tumor grew fast and only gave Carol a short amount of time to live. She was diagnosed with six months left to live and she passed after five. The funeral was very hard to deal with. I love Carol and she was a joy but everyone at the funeral took it a lot harder than me. My godmother went up and spoke about her and it was so painful to see so many people crying and wishing that she would come back, including her husband. I tried very hard to be strong for the others in my family but I learned that dealing with pain is all apart of grieving and accepting death.

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.