The Relationship Between My Grandmother And My Family

My great-grandmother was the matriarch of my family. When I was in seventh grade, around thirteen years old, she passed away due to breast cancer. This misfortune created an extremely difficult time for me because, not only was I adjusting to the environment of junior high, but many other issues were occurring in my life; this was the third death that I was having to deal with. Unfortunately, one of the previous deaths (that I was still trying to hurdle through and come to terms with), had occurred almost exactly a year before the passing of my great-grandmother. The second death that I had gone through occurred only one or two months before my great-grandma has passed. All of this turmoil created numerous internal conflicts for me, but also taught me a key lesson to keep note of, for the rest of my life.

Many of us take people in our lives for granted and don’t realize how important

Right when I walked through the door, I got a burst of happiness. I felt safe, warm, and loved. The house smelled just like a fresh batch of moist, delicious brownies right out of the oven. There wasn't a single time I walked through the door and felt disappointed or sad. This feeling is just one of the many reasons my grandma had a huge impact on my life.

I never knew how important my grandma was to me until she was gone. I called my grandma, Mawmaw. She was short with white hair that she would always curl with rollers in the morning. She was a widow, because my grandpa, Pa, passed away when I was five years old. The perfume she wore made her smell like Warm Vanilla Sugar from Bath and Body Works. I never thought I would have to live my life without her until the day she passed away.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

Who in your life has caused you to become a better person? For some people it's a parent who has shaped you since the day that you were born. For others it's the stranger who always says hi to you when you see them on the street. Maybe it’s the couple down the block who struggles to make ends meet, but always has a positive attitude. It may even be the person who has hurt you the most. These people make us a better person even when we least expect it. I never realized the effect my grandmother had on my life until she stopped recognizing me.

I went on a trip this summer to Maui, Haiti with my family for a mission trip. My mom has been going for over five years now and she loves the experiences each time we go as much as I do. This summer was my first time traveling to Haiti and I already fell in love with the place and people there. When I first landed in the Haitian airport, I already could see such a dramatic change they have there and how different an airport looks in America. My family and I went outside after our bags were checked and met up with my moms best friend, Arnold. When I met him I was so happy to finally see him and talk to him since my mom knew him for so long. From there I knew my next three weeks here will be the best and most amazing experiences I will ever have.

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

The Longest rollercoaster I have been in is the rollercoaster of the relationship between my grandmother and I. “ I feel like I have been waiting on something that isn’t going to happen” (http://boldomatic.com/view/post/A9FZeg) From the beginning of time I have hated my grandmother and most of my life I didn’t know why. Most people love their grandparents and worship them for their lovingness and general nature but for me it has always been this deep seeded hatred when it came to my grandmother. She is my grandmother from my father’s side and I am her oldest grandchild. Thus, my grandmother and I have a particular others relationship.

“I’m coming to pick you up to go to grandma’s house” my grandma had been moved back to her house because they “couldn’t save her”.

My memoir is about my mom's mom, my grandma. So this is how the story went. My dad was walking me to preschool and It was a nice sunny day.

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

The strong emotional bond between grandparents and grandchildren (Bengston,2001), has become of great interest in today’s literature. As life expectancy has increased, so have the amount of multigenerational families (Barranti, 1985). Grandchildren are therefore able to have a relationship with their grandparents for longer. Positive health and well-being outcomes for both grandparents and grandchildren are able to be observed in this relationship. For the purpose of this essay, health will be defined as mental health including the absence of depressive symptoms. Psychosocial development and well-being of children aged between 11 and 16 will be discussed. No definitive aged grandparents will be observed however, child (11-16), adolescent (18-23) and adult grandchildren (32 years) will be focused upon. Involvement will be defined in several ways; face to face contact and functional and emotional support.

The experience that I had with dying is when I was caring for my grandmother. My grandmother was very ill and I was the only one to take care of her, since I was the only girl in our family. In our culture the girls have to take care of their grandmothers and the boys have to take care of their grandfather. I had to take the responsibility of my dying grandmother, and I was very young and a teenager. At my age it was very hard to cope with the situation and very stressful l. I never thought I could see someone dying in front of my eyes, but my grandmother was the first loved one to go forever. I remember falling down and I fainted and found myself the next day in the morning.

My family happens to be deeply religious, conservative and often closed minded about certain aspects of life. In other words, everything that they tend to support and believe in as a family unit, tends to be something I can not personally agree with. As anyone can imagine, this has deeply affected my interpersonal relationship with my family in a negative impact. As an adult, I have come to my own conclusions about my personal beliefs about life and what those entail for myself. These beliefs are usually the exact opposite of what I grew up with, much to the disappointment of my family which has created a deep divide between us. This has probably affected my relationship with my father the most, as he has always been the most outspoken about his disappointment.