The Barretts: A Short Story

Great grandma is 102 years old, she lives in the elder care silty and been there for 20 bean there for 20 years. She also has lied to the news anchor people, said she survived through the Hindenburg when it exploded and in addition, she also lied about the ball game stopping when she flew over Yankee Stadium. She has lied about the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. The author stated “I'd been about 7 years old. My folks and I were staying at that big hotel.” This demonstrates

Pastor Paul shook Mom’s hands. I could see him saying his condolences. Mother nodded and stood straighter. Mom looked down at her papers about Grandma. Mom looked up and began.

From the very beginning of this story, it came to my attention that Granny continually repeats are "there's nothing wrong with me" and "that's for tomorrow.” This

“Hopefully Grandma’s party wasn’t as bad as last years,” Ally murmured. Her words caused her mind to fly back in time to Grandma’s last Birthday, when her cat had clawed the table clothes to shreds and when it caught on her paw she ran, causing the cake to fall and splatter all over grandma’s 400 dollar dress. Then she had a memory she didn’t remember.

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

Some stones are taller, while others are shorter, some are round on top, while others are flat. All stones are natural. None of the stones were refurbished, coincidentally, the stones look as though they have just been dug out of the Earth. If a stone was placed in a location other than a cemetery, and one did not know better, he or she may be inclined to assume that the stone had no significance. The appearance of the stones is symbolic of the modesty endorsed by the religion.

Rae closed her eyes and spoke. “And you can see that in us at birth?” Grandma Rae used her gentle voice. “Yes, we can, I know it sounds odd, but we can see the aging process on day two of life.”

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

I woke up hoping to see my mom in the kitchen. Instead, in the kitchen I saw my dad and brother at the table. I was so worried that something bad had happened. So, I asked, “ Where is mom?” My dad said, “ She

As she weakened, she went into dementia, and the conversation I had with Aunt Dianne when Mike and I visited you helped me deal with her anger and frustration. She was cognizant up until the last two weeks of her life. When I told her that your mother died, she cried. She remembered meeting her at the family reunion in Florida.

What I fail to notice is that Grandma lies on the ground, her fragile legs no longer supporting her. Dropping my bundle of memories I reach for her, and I don’t know how but an unknown strength passes over me like lightning, and I lift her lithe form in my hands. My bundle long forgotten, I carry Grandma with carefully measured paces hidden under the dark shadows of the night, to where our vessel to freedom waits.

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

Only 2 years prior, we had received news that my grandmother had been diagnosed with lung cancer, already in its late stages. Why is this happening? Is the only thought I could muster after having my seemingly well-grounded world shaken up. Only being barely 14, it was one of the first problems I had to be submerged in, at an age where I should be free of worries. So when we got the call we had all been dreading to receive for 2 years, we immediately went to Dallas to see her, for one last time.

Maya is a young, 13 year old girl in 7th grade. Recently, her grandmother was brought to the hospital for her last days of life. Maya had scheduled a day to see her, but on the same day, she has a TCAP test that she can’t miss. There are no

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.