Short Story : My Great Grandma

When we arrived, we learned that the game had actually been postponed until tomorrow due to the baseball field being soaked with rain. As we arrived back at my grandparent’s house we received news that changed my family’s life forever. Both my father and I had learned that while we were away for not longer than 10 minutes, my grandmother had peacefully passed away. This news was extremely devastating for us because not only was it my father’s mother, but it was my grandma, who was the one who was always at my baseball games supporting me and was always willing to have me over after my school days during elementary school. As we came to accept the fact that she was finally gone, we were both struck with our emotions. It was a very emotional time for my family and I still have not been able to cope with her being gone. Everyday I feel as if a piece of me is missing and this feeling will probably be with me for the rest of my life because the effect that my grandma had on my life was that devastating. Now as I look back on this day almost exactly two years later, I can still feel the emptiness that I felt on that

As soon as we finished the job, my uncle went and sat in the front

I just hold the bouquet I bought for him I just needed to visit him again. My aunt parks, there is no one in the cemetery visiting only my aunt, sister and I. We stroll and open the gate. My aunt searches for my grandfather's grave. I felt so calmed and happy at the same time as I was strolling with my sister and aunt. I see lizards and iguanas around, I was watching step. I finally see my grandpa Jose grave. I put the bouquet in a base of water and place it in his own grave. That moment I could feel that lump in my throat. I felt like I wanted to cry because I still remember him when I went with my mom to visit my grandma and him when I was a toddler. I had memories of when he would take me on a ride on a horse. I was happy that I completed my goal to visit him. Visiting cemeteries is not my thing but I did it for my grandfather. A few days ago my grandma was gonna show us pictures of when he was sick. She took out all her photos of her side of the family and when my mom was a kid. Sadly, she couldn't find the pictures, my grandma told us that a day before she placed them in her storage. However, the photos didn't appear. I instantly thought that my grandpa hide them from us so my sister and I wouldn’t see those pictures. As I leave the cemetery we all head back to my aunt's house. The next day I sadly leave back home. That day was a memorable and a special day for me in my vacation trip to

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

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.

My mother mourns privately and I join her for the first time in a long time, longing for things to have been different. I find myself desperately seeking the warmth and comfort I’ve always found in my family. I find myself desperately seeking the warmth and comfort I’ve always found in my true family. The family that has always been there and shown support. I no longer see the heavy, sleek-cut stone as ancient memories rush into my now-clouded vision. I’m not going to forget you or leave you. I’ll be loyal to you and your memory. I don’t want to be like him.

My parents were going back and forth from the hospital. I was starting to think that my grandma had actually already died, and they didn’t want to tell me for some reason.

Pulling into the cemetery on a Sunday morning always has a gloomy feeling to it. Especially when it’s deserted and you’re driving quietly through with your grandma in the driver's seat, who's sitting more stiff than usual. As she pulls up to my grandpa’s grave and parks, is when I don't know what to do, and where she has so much she can do. She starts off by going to the back seat to collect the bouquet of flowers she goes out and gets every week for him. Slowly approaching his grave, she places the flowers and gently caresses his tomb, then proceeds to take a few steps back. After a few moments of silence, we start to say a prayer together, yet it doesn't take long until it's over and tears start streaming down her face. Barely remembering him, I didn't have the same emotions to share, I couldn't even understand why she was crying, I wanted to tell her she doesn't have to, but I simply didn't understand, so I'd stay quiet. As she gets herself together, we both return to the car, where she sits down,

The drive to the cemetery was the complete opposite of the drive to the synagogue. There was paranoia every time my parents didn’t have a perfect view of the hearse. Shouting broke out when we had to halt at a red light. Four years later, I still haven’t suffered such a hectic car ride. Relief passed through me when we finally reached the cemetery. I was now surrounded by the semi-familiar faces from earlier that morning along with a funeral director.

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

That Friday morning, not knowing what was about to happen, I put my wife and kids on a plane bound for Florida. After leaving the airport, I called my mother-in-law. I told her my wife and the kids were on the way to spend some time with her. I told her that after my graduation the following Wednesday, I would be driving down to see her and I told her that I loved her. For the last time, just hours away from her death, she said loved me and that she would see me the following week. My wife made it to her mother’s bedside that night and got to speak to her

A few weeks after her death I walked passed her mother and big brother. My knees went weak like I just stood through an earthquake and my heart stopped beating. Her mother politely asked how I’ve been keeping in a friendly way I said “I’m okay” but deep down I wasn’t. She told me how things have been really tough but she was starting to manage and handle things a bit better. I could tell that her mother was broken inside and so was I. She managed to force a smile as she said goodbye.

On the first day of eleventh grade It was just another sunny morning Until the phone started ringing And it was hard to believe what I was hearing How was it even possible that grandma was no more? My world shattered into a million pieces,

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