Speech About My Grandmother

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

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.

The next day was sunny and bright. I just finished basketball practice and waited for grandma to pick me up, she wasn’t there I wasn’t concerned until about ten minutes later. I called her twice, and called my grandpa nobody answered so I texted her and walked home. I called my mom telling her that grandma wasn’t there if you got any phone calls. Maybe she had a doctor's appointment that ran late or she had to help my aunt. My mom arrived home shortly after work and her face said it all I knew it

In March of 2001, my great grandma Simpson passed away at one hundred years old. She had a great impact on me as a kid. I remember going to her house and making molasses cookies with her and drinking hot tea. She was a woman of many talents and loved sharing them with her grandchildren and great grandchildren. We all loved helping her take care of her baby lambs and bottle feeding the ones whose mothers did not care for them. Her death was difficult, but knowing she lived a long productive life made it easier to handle. Her death was symbolic as

Having a close relationship with three of my grandparents, as well as being present during each of their dying processes, has greatly shaped my view of death. Death has a way of causing us to reflect. Death causes each of us to reflect on the life that is ending as we know it, to reflect on our lives and to reflect on the legacy we want to leave behind when it becomes our time. Having the

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.

But my aunt stepped up and helped and took the ‘’mother’’ role which helped out alot and made things better. Eventually we started to call her mom and looked at her as our mother since our mom was not there. A few years went passed and I was 13 years old. I get a phone call from a random number and when I answered it I was shocked because it was my mom on the other end of the phone. She broke the news that her sister died and she was catching a flight back here to attend the funeral and she wanted to see me and my brother. Me and my brother both agreed to spend time with her once she got off her flight and got to my grandmother’s house. Once she got home she had good news for me and my brother and that news was that she was staying home and she was not going back to

Five years ago in 2012 my Aunt Mary died from cancer. Cancer had consumed her whole body. It started in her liver and spread to different organs and even reached her brain. When she found out she had cancer she was told she only had a few months to live. I had just seen her on a trip we had before we found out she had cancer and that was the last time I saw her.

So I called my dad since that’s who I live with and he told me he was on his way to come pick me up at work and that we were going to the hospital because my grandma called him and said the ambulance came to the house and took my mom and rushed her to the hospital in the cities. My dad couldn’t tell me what was wrong all he said was “it wasn’t looking to good for your mother”. My dad came and got me from work and we drove to the cities. We go to the hospital and every one of my family members where there a greeted me with hugs. Everyone was crying which means that things are looking good for my mom. We probably stayed at the hospital for roughly 12 hours talking to family, doctors, and praying for my mom. A lot of family friends came to hospital and or texted me or my family. A lot of people posted on my mom’s or my Facebook wall praying for us that she would get better. After being up for 21 hours, the doctors said she was in good hands for the night. I didn’t want to leave her but I needed to sleep and maybe get ready for work tomorrow. So my dad and I agreed to go home and hopefully come back in the morning, so we said good bye to my family that’s staying there the

It was a cold October 30 of 2016. Corbin and his friends where walking home from school. Corbin’s three friends names where Lizzie, blond hair girl with brown eyes with a pink jacket and black jeans, and was 15 years old. Jon and Joe were brothers, or twins. They both had red hair, with light brown eyes and were both 15 years old. Corbin dark brown hair, blue eyes and was 15 years old. Lizzie had just lost her Mom two days ago in her sleep. Corbin had lost both his parents the same way. Joe and Jon say they lost an uncle the same way to, but they don’t really believe them.

I grew up in a small village in Mexico where there were no health care professionals. My grandmother was one of the women in the village who would take care of the sick. The knowledge and wisdom she gained over the years was passed on to my mother. One day, I remember my mother asking me to accompany her. It was late at night, all of the dogs would bark at us as we walked by, and I did not know where we were going. We came to the house of a sick child. It was then, I realized that my mother had been asked to come and give the child medicine. The privilege of getting to help the child get well again gave me a sense of accomplishment. What we had done there guided me to strive for something that would give me that same sense of accomplishment. In 1996, my family and I got the opportunity to move to the United States. As a little girl, I did not understand how such a sad and difficult goodbye would bring me to a better future. A place that has brought me closer, than I had ever thought, to accomplishing my dream of becoming a pharmacist. I am grateful for of all of the opportunities that living and studying in the United States has brought.

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.

It was a wonderful September Sunday morning. I woke up to the smell of delicious chocolate chip pancakes. I jumped outta bed, put on my clothes and rushed to the kitchen. My mom had just finished preparing the chocolate chip pancakes and also had made eggs and bacon. The bacon was slightly crispy just how I like it. I ate my breakfast and asked my mom what we would do that day. She thought for a while and meandered over what we should do. In my mind I already knew what I wanted to do and that was go to the farm and do stuff out there. I told her what I wanted to do and she said that it sounded like a plan. We left our place at about 1:00. We stopped for subway on the way out because we were both hungry. I got my usual foot long on italian herbs

Some people have grandparents, and others don’t. I am so incredibly blessed to be a part of my grandmother’s family. Unfortunately, I don’t get to see this loving person very often. She lives in Canada alongside the rest of my family. When I lived in Michigan my parents, brother and I owned a trailer in Canada that we would go to all of the time. In 2012 we moved to Ohio, so we had to sell the trailer. My grandma comes to visit us around three times a year, and we go down to see her on some holidays. I have grown to appreciate her more and more. I hear a lot of people say they love their grandparents, so I ask them, “Why?” I get many responses like, “They give me expensive presents!” or “They make really good food!” My grandma does this, too, but it’s so much more than that. She teaches me how to speak with love, encourages me to put in effort, and helps me realize that the little things matter.

The next day was sunny and bright. I just finished basketball practice and waited for my grandma to pick me up, she wasn’t there I wasn’t concerned until about ten minutes later. I called her twice, and called my grandpa nobody answered so I texted her and walked home. I called my mom telling her that grandma wasn’t there if you got any phone calls. Maybe she had a doctor's appointment that ran late or she had to help my aunt. My mom arrived home shortly after work and her face said it all I