Personal Narrative Essay: My Great Grandma's Death

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

The morning was gloomy and cold. Today was November 22nd at the Hope Lutheran Church. Today, my family and I were attending Grandma’s memorial service. My family looked so cleaned up and fancy. I thought if this wasn’t a memorial service we were going to, we looked like we were going to a fancy dinner. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the latter. All 14 of us piled into two separate cars and headed on our way. I felt empty and hollow approaching the church. Today would be the day that my family and I would shed waterfalls streaming from our eyes. The church had felt homely and rustic before, but now it felt dark and sad. Grandma didn’t deserve to die, I thought, as I went through the doors of the church. The church felt warm inside, like a warm blanket from the dryer. Why is 2014 such a bad year for us? Why did Uncle Mike die? Why

My Great Grandpa was someone I always looked up to. He was someone I loved to spend time with. I always just thought he would be here forever, so I never even thought about never seeing him again. In my opinion my Great Grandpa’s death was a time I had

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,

For instance, Huttman asks, “Did we really believe that we had a right to force “life” on a suffering man who had begged for the right to die?” (344). Although, I do disagree with the Phil Donahue Show’s audience calling Huttmann a murderer, because she did not kill anyone at all. She only let Mac die when his body said that the time was right. Huttman experiences his death, “Then there was one soft sigh and I felt his hands go cold in mine. “Mac?” I whispered, as I waited for his chest to rise and fall again” (344). Since Huttman expresses concern for Mac, and she does nothing to cause his death proves to me that she is far from a murderer. Especially considering that she comforted and sympathized him.

Grandma’s Diagnosis “Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

When My Grandma Got Cancer One of the most nerve-racking moments of my life was when I found out my grandma had colon cancer. I knew something was wrong from the point she told me that something was upsetting her stomach. She finally went to the doctor and then had a CAT scan, which found nothing. Then she was taken to the hospital for a colonoscopy, and diagnosed with colon cancer. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I love my grandma so much and this really hit me hard.

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take

Ever get the chance to put together your own outfit for the day? Well, I mean literally have you ever had to sew together your outfit? If not, well let me start it off with “WOW!”, grandma's work isn’t as easy as it seems. Not only did i learn how difficult it is to sew, but i had the chance to be able to express my funny side. This week i chose as one of my portfolios a unique project, where i sewed together my outfit. At first, i envisioned it being a joke, since i would never wear it personally, but I saw the fun and good vibes it would bring to the classroom atmosphere. We started off with the simple idea of creating one of the outfits used by one of the boys in the movie, The Sound of Music. First, we had to sketch out a drawing of the outfit to get an

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

I failed to mention certain details in the beginning of my story that I would like to share with you. During my teenage years and before my grandmother had passed, I had experienced true love with an extraordinarily handsome man named Gary, so I was familiar with how it felt, and also knew that I didn’t have that feeling in either of my marriages. Unfortunately, Gary and I went our separate ways, but we have always remained close friends even after I moved away, married, moved back, and married again. He, himself had his own life agenda going on, he married and divorced, and during that time, out of respect for our spouses we kept our communications limited.

The train station wasn't to far from my apartment. It was only a short walk away. I took it to see my mother every other weekend because she lived alone and needed the company. I stepped out of my building with an over night bag in hand and began walking through the cold air. The branches over the sidewalk had no leaves in them. Everything was bare and dead because of the brutal winter cold.

On my grandma’s birthday one of my family member were arrested. My family was throwing a party for my grandma. We were eating and playing games. While we're eating and playing games the phone rang. My grandpa picked up the phone and it was the court house. My uncle was on the other side of the line he was explain the he was in jail for theft. My grandpa told my grandma the story. My grandma had her heart broken one of her kids went to jail. She had a goal that none of her kids would not go to jail. She felt horrible she didn’t accomplish her goal. My grandparents hurried to the police station. The Judge told my uncle he will be in jail for 2 months. My grandparents were crying they didn't want to see any of their kids go to jail.

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she

My grandmother was a tough lady. 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.