Personal Narrative : My Dad And Dad

You never truly know how much someone means to you until they are gone. All of the hot summer days spent at her house, the home cooked meals for lunch, the daily routine of watching game shows on GSN, the hours and hours of playing monopoly, and working the concession stand at Evans Park for the summer are now just cherished memories that I have with my grandma.

One moment that I will cherish forever was when I helped her prepare dinner in her kitchen. I remember watching

My grandma and I were very, very close when I was growing up. She lived here in town so seeing her was something that my family did very often. Over this past summer I had gotten a moped. Almost every single day I would stop by and me and my grandma would just sit there and talk. We liked to talk about or crazy distant family members and just have a good time. It never got old talking to

I remember the days when my grandma would be the one taking care of me after school. Each and every school day, I would eagerly wait for school to end so that my grandma could come and pick me up to bring me back to her apartment. Each and every day, she would come 15 minutes after school had ended to avoid the hassle of dealing with all the parents coming at the same time to pick their kids up. I didn’t mind though, that gave me time to talk to my teachers about issues that I had or just to socialize with my friends. Once my grandma arrived, I would quickly drop what I was doing, say goodbye to whomever I was talking to, and go straight to the car to keep my grandma from waiting. My grandma would immediately greet me and ask how my day

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

My grandma was my best friend when I was young; I couldn’t wait to go see her. Being her only granddaughter I was secretly her favorite. She would have lots of yummy treats when I would visit her and when no one was looking she would sneak me a few

Grandma and Grandpa are probably some of the most amazing people in the world. I am really blessed to be so close with grandma and grandpa. Both distance wise and relationship wise. I don’t even know where to start. Between all the cooking lessons, rock shows, R.V. shows, birthdays, track meets, concerts, holidays, dinners, snakes, shopping trips and so on I have a lot of ground to cover in not a lot of time. I’ll start with the cooking lessons.

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

I did not really like going over to my father’s house when I was younger. I was so used to my mother and her mom, I did not really know my father’s family. Every once in awhile I would have to go stay with my dad and his mother. I remember I used to cry for my Grandma Peaches (my mother’s mom) every time I had to spend the night. My nana said I even used to cuss at her because I did not want them doing my hair, or even picking out my outfit for the day. But once I got older, it got better for me being with them.

As I became older I would stay with my Aunt almost every weekend. She would take me to do many things I never did with my parents such as going to the movies, eating out at nice restaurants and shopping. She was my Miss.

My grandma was an amazing woman. She’s really tan, short, and always use to smell bad. I always use to think she never took a shower. She was around her 70’s but she’s one of the nicest people you’d ever meet. She was basically like a second mother to me, because she lived so close to me. I was constantly at her house. Almost every day I would walk down the street and visit.

One day after in thanksgiving break my grandma came to visit. I loved having my grandma over because she would always bring me chocolates and gifts, but also I loved seeing my mom happy and she would always have the biggest smile on her face when grandma was visiting. Everyone in the family thought grandma was a proper grandma the classic one, she would eat nicely and get her nails done, have her hair done and always try to look her best, but what I learned from this experience are lots of things that you would never think my grandma would do.

“I could tell you some memories, but there is so much to tell.” There was too much to tell. Grandma is the type of person that you could make endless memories with. I have so much memories of her. My parents would tell stories about my grandmother whenever we got Frosties at Wendy’s. When I was a baby, Grandma would be in the backseat with me and sneak spoonfuls of Frosty in my tiny mouth. My parents caught Grandma and told her to not continue feeding me. She would sneak more until we were home.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

Some of the many memories I carry with me every day of my grandmother are the holidays when we used to get together. I remember Thanksgiving and Easter most of all. On Thanksgiving the entire family would come together for dinner and then we would all stay at her house for the night. I remember this so well because we would wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and all the ladies would be gone shopping to the "After Thanksgiving Sale".