Personal Narrative: Eulogy For Grandmother

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

Oh Junior, such a poor kid. Growing up with such an array of disabilities has definitely taken a toll on him. Seeing him constantly falling victim to teasing and bullying certainly makes me sad but sometimes I feel that he brings it upon himself; of course I am not allowed to say that though, being his grandmother I am required to be supportive of my grandson. I wish that he would somehow manage to at least find a few new friends. The only kid I ever see him around is that Rowdy boy. I know that they have been friends since birth but he is absolutely cruel and is constantly fighting others on the reservation - I do not think that he is a very good influence for Junior to be around. Rowdy had

Thank you for your kind words regarding my grandmother; she and I were extremely close, and my brother and I spent hours with her. Sadly, she passed away a couple years ago after being sick for a while. A death like hers is so bittersweet. I watched her let go of life, but with it she let go of all the pain of her illness, and that made the loss a little easier. I inherited the ring my grandfather gave her when they were both young and my grandpa had just returned from the Korean War. They got married soon after this and I think about how young they were and wonder how they were able to remain happy for so many years. I wear the ring a lot because it’s like I own a little piece of her. After her children and grandchildren, that ring was probably the thing she loved most in this world, and I’m so thankful I get to carry it.

My grandmother, Joan Stackhouse, has been the most influential woman in my life. She was born in the late 1930s and raised during the time where African Americans didn’t have many rights. She told me about a time where all she could do is clean houses to earn a couple cent to support the family. Her husband worked as a policeman and was barely home. When an educational opportunity became available she took advantage of it and began taking classes at Francis Marion University to later become a teacher’s aid. Today at almost 80 she’s battling Rheumatoid Arthritis, fibromyalgia, and a couple other things that comes with old age. But she remains strong. my grandmother has influenced me to remain strong regardless of the situation and has taught

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

“Take me with you to America, dad!” I said. Tears escape my grandmother’s eyes. “I am tired of living the gypsy life!” Sobs thunder out of her, spill over the banks.

Here i am sitting at the dinner table with my family and this girl, This girl that I've known since Kindergarten. She's average hight, Has long wavy hair and green eyes. She's somewhat shy at first but once she's out of her shell, Good luck getting her to ever shut up. She's 17 and recently got promoted at her job which has left very little time for her to hang out with friends, But tonight she got off work and decided to some over and spend time with my family and I. Tonight is Friday night which means we are having Shabbat so we are all sitting around the table and just got finished with our blessings and prayers and now it's time for everyone to tell what they are thankful for this week. It starts out with my younger brother, Joel, He says

White, the color of snow, the house he lives in, the white sky, all remind me of my grandpa. He always drives all the way from Toronto to Buffalo just to pick me up instead of sending one of my aunts. He welcomes me with a warm and loving smile. At his house he always gives up his bed for me and would alway asks me what I want. He takes me and my sister everywhere we want and gives us everything we want, even if we don’t deserve it. I remember when he took me out for lunch and he would keep asking me if I wanted anything else and would insist to get me something. One of the things that I love about him are his songs. Whenever we were in trouble or he had a problem he would never get mad. He would always deal with them with

The cold October wind blew the drizzle right to my face as I get out my car and remain preoccupied over the fog that coats my glasses as soon as I walked into the Hinsdale United Methodist Church. I was invited by the church’s music director, who was also my school’s pianist, to play my violin at one of the church’s ceremonies.

I love her long, autumn hair, the way it glows like she does, and how it just never quite wants to co-operate with her. I love finding it in my bedsheets when I'm alone, and I love the smell and feel of it against my face when she sits in my lap.

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was only three. We were all at home;

As we are driving to my grandmother's house in the early morning, my family gets excited about the upcoming family festivities, and memories to be relived. Family members and friends are so excited to see each other and those family members we haven't seen in years. As we pass all the decorations on the houses, mom steps on the gas to make us go a little quicker, so we can see my grandma faster.

I wanted to do this interview on my mom. That’s because I look up to my mom, she means the world to me. She has helped me grow up a lot over these last few years, I can’t ever thank her enough for putting up with me.Today you will learn a little about the woman who means so much to me. Her name is Kamilla Marie Colgan she is 34, and her birthday is on September 30th. I look just like my mom but I’m shorter than her and we have a few different features but we’re a lot alike. My mom has short, light brown hair, also the most gorgeous amber colour eyes I have seen. There is something my mom told me once that I will never forget. She said, “You have a big heart. When you love someone you love them with all of your heart; but when you hurt you hurt deep because you put

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

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.