Richard Earl Gaither 's Life And Life Essay

My Uncle was married twice; first to Michelle he has three kids Michael, Brienne, and Killian. On January 10, 2002 he married the love of his life; the woman I call my Aunt Colette. She is no longer with us; she passed away on March 2, 2014. She was involved in a tragic single motorcycle accident. She was only 59. “We were all very grateful to know Colette, not only because of the wonderful person that she was, and the joy that she spread in our lives, but because she used all the moments in her life to share her wonderful experiences with us and took the time to teach us all a little bit about life.” Michael Purta (Obituary). The death of my Aunt was the hardest time of his life; not only mourning the loss of his wife, but learning

Anyone that came in contact with him, could tell that was his biggest and most honorable trait. He knew when enough was enough, he knew when to leave the bar, and he also knew when his granddaughters wanted attention and affection from him. Growing up across the street from my grandpa, I was able to watch and observe him go through many stages of life. He was my biggest trainer of moderation, self-discipline, and love. He may not have always stopped when others thought he should and he may not have spent as much time with us as we thought we deserved, but he knew the right things to do for himself or other. I was so easily influenced as a child, that I was affected by the right and wrong things I would see happening. While my grandpa didn’t always do the right thing, he always showed me how it was wrong and what I could do to make it

Having had challenging and somewhat turbulent teen years at home with his Father; I was most touched at Gary's meticulous care for his aging and ill Father for several years before he died. His compassion and assiduous attention to his Father over his remaining years was affecting.

Robert Gray is an Australian poet whose work is closely linked with nature. He grew up in the post ww11 era, and lives on the north coast. The poems ‘The Meatworks’, and ‘Flames and Dangling Wire’, express how he feels about life, his experiences and his beliefs. His poetry has such an enduring nature because it can be understood in so many different contexts, and includes universal themes which remain relevant to societies past, present and future.

When I was seven my papaw had a stroke. He stayed in the hospital a few weeks and when he came home he had a new bed and bars in the bathroom. Michael started coming to papaw’s not long after that. It was confusing and difficult to watch Michael help papaw out of bed, or brush his teeth, or tie his shoes. Over time we began to notice improvements. Papaw needed help with his buttons but not his shirt. Michael would make the coffee but papaw could pour it. By the time papaw died he needed much less therapy but we still saw Michael every few weeks.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

This project reminded me that my grandmother may have had a great childhood, but she did lose her first husband. I often forget that my grandfather isn’t her first husband because she lost her husband, Earl Nickerson, over forty years ago. My dad’s father died from cancer when my father was just four years old. Just before the interview with my grandmother, I was reading over my interview questions, and I had to change one of the questions because I didn’t want to ask my grandmother questions about her husband. His death was tragic for my family, so he is rarely talked

John Wayne Gacy was born in Chicago, Illinois on March 17 1942. Gacy had an uneventful childhood up until the age of eleven. While out playing he had been struck on the head by a swing. Subsequently he suffered fainting fits for many years.

John Wayne Gacy was a serial killer who murdered, tortured, and assaulted about 33 males for about 6 years. Jeffrey Dahmer was also a serial killer, and sex offender who raped, and murdered 17 males for about 13 years. What made these two males chase after other male victims?

Richard Allen founded the first African Methodist Episcopal Church, the AME Church, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1816. Richard Allen was born into slavery in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1760. At the age of 17, he bought his freedom. Allen made significant contributions to both the religious culture and African American culture in Pennsylvania. Allen founded the AME church when African Americans were discriminated against in Methodist churches. Allen served as the first bishop. Today, the AME church has more than 2.5 million members.

I really enjoyed reading about your grandma. I too understand the love and respect that you cherish for her. I hope my grandpa and grandma live to 94 years or more. I too believe that it’s unfair for younger generations to forget about our elderly people. I sometimes repeat and emphasis on this so much because I have seen some assisted living homes where the elderly people are so sad that you can see in their face the desperation to talk or be love by someone. Defending the rights that elderly people have is sometimes misunderstood and completely taken advantage. It’s sad to see how many children do this to their family members. I couldn’t forget about my grandpa and grandma they play a big role in the women that I am today.

Gun shots, car alarms, sirens from police cars or ambulances, and hustlers and gangsters yelling under my window are what I remember hearing every night growing up in Washington, D.C. Trying to raise a young male was hard, especially coming from the 8th ward projects of Green Valley Avenue. My father, Gary W. Hodnett Sr., was able to raise five children with all of these negative distractions that our community dealt him. He is the most significant person in my life, and I admire him so much. He has taught me so much about becoming a man and raising a family. I think my father was a fantastic provider, a great teacher, and a wonderful spiritual leaders and I wouldn’t change nothing about him.

My grandad, Cecil J. Riley Sr. was born on Sept. 6, 1921 in Auburn, Alabama (Cecil J. Riley Sr., 2004). Grandad served in the U.S. Army during WW2, it is unknown where exactly he was stationed (Cecil J. Riley Sr., 2004). In his later years, he moved to Oneida, New York where he owned and operated his own dry cleaning business, Riley 's Esquire Dry Cleaning (Cecil J. Riley Sr., 2004). Having business in several locations: Canastota, Oneida, Syracuse, Utica and Morrisville, New York, my grandad was a successful businessman (Cecil J. Riley Sr., 2004). Given his social location this was a remarkable achievement. Unfortunately not everyone saw this as a remarkable achievement, and during the 70s many people in the local areas tried to protest against Grandad’s business. Grandad was Irish and Seminole Indian, however, on most documents that I’ve seen he was categorized as Negro. This is due to the fact that until 1960 the census wouldn’t allow people could select their own race (Elafros, A.). Prior to that, an individual’s race was determined by census takers (Elafros, A). If my grandad’s race was perceived to be African American, I can only imagine what other kinds of discrimination he faced. Regardless of his Irish roots, Grandad fell on the subordinate side of the traditional color line. People only saw his skin color and sadly enough that was their excuse as to why they were protesting against his business. In the book, The Black Experience in America, Norman Coombs paints a

Ronald X is a self-sufficient man who values his liberty. After he broke his leg, everything changed. The free and autonomous life that he was enjoying was now going to change. His medical comorbidity of artheriosclerosis causes him to be confused at times. The doctor and his children did not want him to be discharged home until they found an appropriate nursing home. Ronald X is aware of his problems and

My mother’s last conversation with Richard Hart was on October 28, 2015. He was asking her where my volleyball game was and if he could come to cheer me on, as he did every week. Three few weeks ago I glanced into the stands at a game and saw him. Mr. Hart was there sitting three rows from the top. My heart surged with pride and love for my old fifth grade teacher. Focused on the game, he never noticed me smile and wave to him. Opening the gym doors, he left during the second half to pick up his 9 year daughter from soccer practice before I was able to thank him. That was the last time I saw Richard