The Life Of My Life

My grandmother and I never had a lot of memories together, I would only see her once in a while. However, it was when she had a heart-attack and she was about to die that we spent weeks together. During the time that she spent in the hospital I learned so much about her that I wish I knew before. While we didn’t always get along, I never felt safer and more loved than when I was in her presence. We would spend countless hours together and she would tell me all about her life. My grandmother doesn’t

When I found out my aunt had breast cancer I was devastated because I thought of all of the things we used to do before she died. I remember when I was younger she would take care of me and my brother since my parents would be working or my mom would be at school. When me and my brother was younger she would drag my brother in the wagon and carry me in the wagon since I was smaller then my brother we would go up town and run erands with her we would go to the Piggly Wiggly so she can get groceries, To the drug store so she could get her medicine and the people that worked their would give us some candy everytime we went and we would go to Bonnies when it was open and get a cheese burger. When she would cook she would let me and my brother

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

On a certain December day, the nurses told us that it would be her last day. So all of my mom’s sisters and brothers came to say their good byes. Some of my older cousins, my sister and I also came. While

Journal- When I was 9 years old, my Aunt Jennifer died of breast cancer. I remember my mother telling me the news while she was braiding my hair for my brother’s football game. I hadn’t met her many times but we had gone to see her a

Memories of so many wonderful times of love and laughter are still so vivid in my mind. I daydream about my precious grandmother enjoying beach days, taking me to pick strawberries, or one of our amusing sleepovers where we made forts to sleep in and tried on all of her red hats. Once my grandmother was a member of the Red Hatter’s Club and even though I did not know what that was I knew I wanted to be one. This young 77 year old lady had inspired me to live my life to the fullest. I still look and yearn to see that vivacious white haired angel in the stands at my games or on the bench when I come out of Sunday school. She is still so loved and greatly missed and I can not wait to meet her again. I know she will be there waiting with a smile and a hug to show me her beautiful mansion in heaven and share all her wonderful

When your grandmother was diagnosed with terminal cancer that spread to her brain you didn’t appreciate the time that you were able to have with her while she lived in the house with you. After having her foot amputated, doctors shot mustard gas through her leg as a last ditch effort to cure the cancer. The mustard gas caused her leg to turn black and they amputated her leg above the knee. This is a very personal issue for me because my grandmother passed away this year from cancer. Not a day goes by that I do not wish for more time with her because she was such an important person in my life. I was fortunate to have been able to have an hour and a half conversation with her a week before she passed away. You should have cherished the time you had with your grandmother and have capitalized on the opportunity of her living in the same house as you. Nothing is more important

It was a very sad day in small town Rosalie, Nebraska. The sun didn’t seem to be shining as bright and the usual small, energetic children were nowhere to be found. It wasn’t the same without Betty Nelson around in the community of just a hundred or so people. The sweet, gentle smell of her cookies baking or the quick glimpse of the twinkle in her eye when she would tell her famous stories. My great-grandmother was someone very special to almost everyone that met her. She was always doing everything she could to help people, family or not. She was one of the wisest people and no one, especially me could get enough of her stories and adventures from her past childhood, teenage years, and motherly experiences. I was so shocked she was actually gone, after all the delightful memories I now had with her, but it was now time for everyone to grieve. I sat in the room, perspiration filling my nose as the sound of quiet sobs coming from my family around me fill my thoughts. I thought back to the good times as my mother told me to do. My favorite memory then came to me,

Four months ago I lost my grandmother who was a very adorable person for me, when I was not in my house. People kept coming to our place in order to give their condolences. It was very hard for me to understand that she is not in this world any more. She was the sweetest person in my life whom I could hug tightly and kiss on her cheek. When I asked my mother the

My grandma was so nice and always made nice sweets like popcorn balls,cookies, and candy. She gave us hugs and kisses and said I love you and all the time. Know matter what happened she always found something good in things even if it was really bad or good. It affected me a lot like I got really depressed and gloomy and my whole family got really upset and we just sat around all day. On that day I helped clean around there house and everywhere else with my

Millions of stories exist of people who forget to tell their loved ones how much they mean to them, or those who forget to thank others that help them. There was a time in my life where I became more grateful towards others and learned to appreciate everything done for me even if the reasons for it were unclear. When I saw the way my Aunt Estela lived, everything immediately changed for me. She dedicated her entire life and worked selflessly until the end to ensure that her family was taken care of, yet was taken for granted.

There was one day in particular that I will never forget. It was a rainy Wednesday and as usual, I would go to the hospital and visit her. Usually, when I knock on the door and open it, she’s looking outside the window. That certain day, however,

My paternal grandmother was diagnosed with cancer two and a half years ago, it was advanced and she battled the illness for over a year until she passed away in July 2016. My grandfather, her husband had long passed over 30 years ago, and they’d had fourteen children together. For my entire life, she has been the center of the entire family and the person who kept it together. I along with my siblings had never dealt with that type of loss ever before in our lives. Therefore, her death was a heavy blow to our family and an unprecedented stressor.

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses until I was seventeen. The doctors still couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom so they sent us home and told us that eventually my mom would die. I've been my mom's personal assistant and nurse know for over a year and I knew what needed to happen. I decided for my mom’s sake and mine to move to Ccleveland, Ohio and leave our little city in India behind in hopes to find out what's wrong with my mom. I wish my life was easier.. I wish I had a more normal life but no I’m lLike a nurse that doesn't get paid. I wish I had more freedom.

“1….1….2...3 b-breath” the voice was shaky scared worried “keep y-your eyes open please” it was blurry I couldn't tell who was talking my eyes were barely just barely opened “come on just...just a little longer” I couldn't tell if it was a he or she I just knew it was a voice I lay my head back on...on a soft pillow where did this come from it was so soft and squishy so fluffy I could care less about where it came from i just need to close my eyes they were so heavy I just need to close them for a second just a second yeah I shut my eyes and slowly start fading into the blackness I listened this time to the voices there are multiple in every direction I felt surrounded maybe I was I still couldn't tell who they were though I felt something