When my Grandma first recovered from cancer, we thought that we were done with the hospital. But one day, when my Grandparents were in Wisconsin at their cottage, we got a call from my grandpa saying that he was having horrible pains in his chest. So that night my Grandpa drove home with my Grandma and went to the hospital.
It was November of 2014 when my family and I were traveling to Payson, Arizona to visit my grandparents and celebrate Thanksgiving. My family is fairly small so it wasn't complicated to plan holiday events without much hassle. We arrived in the afternoon time a day before Thanksgiving. We decided to celebrate a day early with my mothers side of the family since the rest of our family resides in Phoenix. Usually, this time of year brings out the good in everyone. For instance, my grandma always feels inclined to share how much she thanks the Lord for all of us. When we arrived the ham had already been cooking in the oven for what I assume had been a few hours. Their house has always been warm and inviting, decorated with old western memorabilia. The first thing we did when we arrived was greet grandma and grandpa with hugs and kisses to the cheek. We don't get to see them as often as we all would like and these reunions are far and in-between, but sometimes the longer you wait for something special, the more increased your anticipation of the event is. To say that I was excited would be an understatement.
My Thanksgiving was pretty fun. I got to see all of my brothers at the same time. We did not have our dinner until Friday, but Thursday was still pretty busy. We did a lot of cooking. Also a lot of arranging.
Not so thankful for what happened on thanksgiving. On Thursday, November 26, 2015 my mom suggested that I invite some friends over. My mom just wanted to meet the guys that I was intending to go black friday shopping with later that evening I assumed. Thanksgiving morning, I had asked my friends Ceejay ,Alex, and Collin to come over on Thanksgiving. They arrived and my mom had introduced herself to them and was joking around with them.
The aroma of stuffing and hot, tender turkey was dancing in my nose. Football was being viewed in 55 inches of high definition. There was a visit from crazy Uncle Eddy. Yes, it was certainly a Thanksgiving to remember. Over the years, Thanksgiving has been very hit or miss. Some years it’s great, and other years, it’s not so great! Because the turkey was terrific, there was football on all day long, and Uncle Eddy played all his usual pranks, this Thanksgiving was the best holiday on record.
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
As we enter the holiday season, I want to extend Happy Thanksgiving greetings to my family and friends!! All of us, whether or not we realize it, have so much to be thankful for. I am extremely excited and thankful for the opportunity I have been given to pursue a PhD. I have been working hard at achieving this goal for what seems like a lifetime (but, in all actuality, it’s only been three and a half years). Lol The journey, however, has not been without bumps and bruises; but, all in all, it has been extremely rewarding and, with your continued love and support, I am certain I will make it through this program. Therefore, I guess you can say that I have been richly blessed this Thanksgiving. More importantly, I would like to give thanks
“Every Thanksgiving I travel to Saint Louis Missouri to stay with my grandmother. Our first day off school for Thanksgiving break, be begin packing for our trip. I had ordered a black Columbia jacket that was supposed to arrive that Wednesday, so I hoped it would come before we left. My brother in college comes to decatur and brings his dog Dino (pronounced deno) so we can travel together. That day all we had to do was wait on my brother Anthony to come back from his Richland classes. It took a couple more hours than we were expecting, and everyone got impatient. I felt slightly ticked but also glad my jacket came before we left.
The day after Thanksgiving my family had a reunion for my grandmother on a boat because
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
Thanksgiving, the only time where a parade, a dog show, and football can all be found on the same channel. But in all seriousness, Thanksgiving is a time that many overlook for the holiday that comes on December 25th, Christmas. People just think of Thanksgiving as I a time to eat a lot of food and feel bad about it. I was also one of these people waiting for the Christmas holiday to start. However during this Thanksgiving, I learned the true meaning of Thanksgiving with the help of my grandparents.
In October of 2016, my grandma passed away from a hard battle with cancer. My grandma was my rock, the person who always pushed me to be better, the person who was always encouraging me to keep going, and the person who inspired me the most. During the battle, I experienced a lot of adversity. Whether it was school or cross country meets, that feeling never seemed to go away.
The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.
It was near the end of winter 2005, when my grand-aunt suddenly fell ill. In a short period of time her illness worsened and the doctors informed my family, my grand-aunt only had a couple of months to live. The news was devastating to my family as we watched a vivacious, independent, and outspoken woman, who enjoyed shopping, reading mystery novels and spending time with family become very weak and confined to her bed. Instead of placing my grand-aunt in a hospice facility, my family and I, with the assistance of a hospice nurse cared for my grand-aunt in her home until her passing.
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,