Personal Narrative: My Grandma Lynn

My subject is my aunt, Florence Lucey. She is a 65-year-old female, who identifies with her gender. She is a white, heterosexual, Catholic, Italian woman who has lived in Connecticut for her entire life. She currently lives in Weston, CT, in the home that she has lived in for the past 20 years. Florence has been married twice; she was widowed in 2003 and remarried in 2014. She has one sister, Donna, my mother, and 4 kids, all who are out of the house. I was able to gather my information over facetime and received real-time data coverage. I will be referring to my subject as Florence throughout this paper.

The day my dad had a car wreck on the highway I realized how close I was to losing him. My mom got a call from a lady when she was at work telling her that my dad had been in a car accident on I-75. She went straight to the hospital where he was, not knowing his condition. My grandmother was taking care of me and my sisters that day. When my mom called my grandmother I knew there was something wrong. My grandmother didn’t say anything to me or my sisters. She didn’t want to scare us.

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

"Buzz,"went my alarm clock.I am so exited to go to Ella's grandmother's house.The last time I went we made pottery.They are from a tribe called the Anasazi.Grandma Lorrie lives in a pueblo in New Mexico.

It all started when I was getting ready for bed and my mom got a call from Granny.

I was born January 9, 2003 at 11:44 P.M. I was born at the Mason City hospital and my mom, dad, and family was there. My dad was the only one in the room while I was being born. My grandpa was with all of my older siblings in the waiting room. When I was a baby I would only suck my thumb. I sucked my thumb until I was about six or seven, and I would never suck my thumb in public. I was the only one out of four who sucked my thumb. My brothers Gaige and Nikolas had a pacifier. My sister Lily also had a pacifier and I sucked my thumb.

Every day, about 1,500 Americans are expected to die from cancer. Cancer is a disease in which cells divide uncontrollably, destroying vital body tissue. Most people are no stranger to the effects cancer can have on those close to them. I am most certainly no exception. In 2004, Lauren, a 10 year old girl, died from cancer. My mom used to work for her mom, so she was close with Lauren. Before she got sick, Lauren was much like any average girl. She enjoyed doing soccer, Girl Scouts, and loved to play with American Girl dolls. In many ways, she was just like me.

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

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

I had arrived to the big world on a morning of the 28th of June in 1996, at 7:48 am at Cambridge Medical Center. The day my mother had bright me home, I immediately started to observe the world around me; just as would any other newborn baby, and I also watched my new family, mainly my mother. As I watched her through out my life growing up, I’ve learned that she did a lot for others. More then she did for herself, which I always wondered why. But, when I had gotten to middle school, I soon understood why she did so many things for others. She worked at a company called Public Health Solutions, which involves helping the mentally ill become independent for themselves; she had worked at that same company for 20 years. Every day she came home

Today is March 24, 1950, and my mother is taking my brother and I to the doctor’s office. I don’t know why we are going again; we went just three days ago, on my thirteenth birthday. The doctor did a lot that day, too. He put this huge mask on my head while I ran in place, watched how I breathed, took xrays of my brain, and even watched how I slept. Also, he and my mother talked for awhile. I can’t remember exactly what they were talking about, but I remember some words. “...in perfect health for the procedure…”, “...strongly suggested…”, “...will be allowed to watch…” I don’t know what the procedure is, or what my mother is allowed to watch. In fact, I’m not really sure if it is my mother who is allowed to watch. I’m pretty sure they were

I woke up in a great mood on this sunny August day because I knew I got to spend time with my grandma. Although many people would dread the fact that they have to waste a summer day with their grandparents, I generally enjoyed spending time with her. When I got to her house we spent majority of the day talking and enjoying each other’s company. Then with something as harmless as a phone call, the whole day changed. When the phone rang, I was oblivious to the signs of worry imprinted on her face, I sat there thinking nothing was wrong. Hearing the tone of her voice change when she picked up the phone, I could tell that this call was serious. When she got off the phone she told me to get in her car because we needed to go to my great grandma’s house. Still not knowing what

She was the only one that attended her mother but it was difficult for her since her job occupied most of her time and she had her own family to care for. Her two sisters spent their time roaming around the town, even though one of them had a newborn five days before we arrived, they'd stay out late without worrying about how their mother might be. Sunday, July 19th at seven in the afternoon my aunt passed away. They didn’t notify us until eleven when my Aunt Christi came to our house crying and told my parents. Afterwards at midnight they went to my grandparents house to tell them and made sure to notify all of my uncles in the United States. Those that could decided to leave the next few days to arrive for her funeral and we left the next day with some of my aunts. During her funeral they carried her to church with a mariachi band trailing behind singing some of the saddest songs I’ve ever heard. After her mass, they carried her to the cemetery that was across the street from her home with the mariachi band behind. There were so many flowers and it didn’t surprise me because my aunt was a deeply loved person. My mom said it was, “ One of the most beautiful and colorful arrangements.” That day her children cried, they were on their knees weeping from guilt and sorrow saying they were sorry over and over again. But for what cause? Wasn’t it already too late, they should have been there for her when she needed them most.

February 2012, my mom is going to have a baby. I was excited because I wanted a little brother to teach things too. I was the last child, but my sister was only one year older than me so I played with her. She did not like doing the same things as me, I didn't really play with her anymore I would play by myself. February 9th 2012, my brother was born, when he was born he was a premature my mom said he would be born in March like me, I wanted to be the only on one of my mom's children to be born in March. But because he's a premature he was born earlier than expected. When he came home for the first the day I was so excited. But my mom would not let me touch him and I couldn't take care of him cuz I was young. When I was younger my mom used

When a loved one passes, everyone says that they wish they had spent more time with them. The passing of my great-grandmother made me realize that spending time with family is extremely important, otherwise you might regret it when something happens to them. We spent a surprising amount of time with my great-grandma, even though she lived in Arizona, and I am extremely grateful that we did because her death was completely unexpected. She stayed in South Dakota briefly, and we took that opportunity to visit her, not thinking it would be the last time.