What Does Grandma Mean To Me

I stood in the corner of the room observing the chaos around me. The red and blue lights flooded the once empty, quiet street. Paramedics rushed into my house as my mom sat on the stairs trying to breathe. My brother, still holding the phone he had used to call 911, watched my mom intently.The commotion from my little sister’s cries to the paramedics faded to the background. My heart still pounding from the journey to my neighbor’s house in search for help. “Everything is going to be okay,” my neighbor instructed as she placed her hand on my shoulder. This had not been the first time my mom had been rushed to the hospital. However, this time, my siblings and I had been left completely alone. Across the world, my father fought a war, while my

“You'll be ok I'm right here for you,” My grandma told me with a sad voice.

She meant the absolute world to me, she still does. I miss everything about her. She inspired me so much. She was such a strong person, I loved how she ALWAYS stood up for what she believed in. Her family was her number one priority. Her and I, we were close. I love her so much. I have so many great memories with her. My favorite memory with her is when, it was her birthday, she came to stay a few nights with us, and it was my grandma, Jace, who was a newborn at the time, and I at our

It was difficult to see her in this way. I saw how small she had gotten, swallowed by the stark, white sheets. Even as I struggled with the sight of what was visible about my Grandma, I could sense she was at peace. Cautiously, I approached her bed and she looked up at me with a smile on her face. Grandma squeezed my hand and thanked me. A week later, I attended her funeral. Throughout the funeral process, I did not cry. I was handling death in a way I understood and could handle. A week later, everything finally sunk in and I sobbed with grief. I tried my best to adjust to school again as I battled with my own

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

When I was younger one of my grandma's favorite sayings was that a person is effectively the sum of all the things they have been through in their life. She would always say this with a sort of curt, yet a the same time very serious, tone that would jettison the phrase into my mind for days on end. But even with the obvious conclusion that what she was saying was important, my parents accenting the thought with knowing nods and everything become tenser for a brief couple of seconds after, I would always ignore my grandma's favorite saying. I was not a very observant child back in the day, and her attempts to guide me through the effects life has someone just flew over my head. Talks about personal growth and life-altering events were just a blip on a map that had a lot more interesting things to look at. In fact I only truly realized what she was constantly trying to drill into my head years later, when I saw myself in the mirror.

everyone left their roles to gather around the now warm room. His eyes had closed, his mouth slightly open, toes covered by blankets. His hand was held as each in turn told him how much they loved him, as my aunt sobbed into my shoulder. There was no need to hear the beep from a machine, the stone cold ring of a heart no longer beating. Such moments results in sobs and wails, as great pain pours out of the heart. Each turns to the other in need of comfort or understanding. but as tears flowed and embraces held, I found myself empty. I had no tears of my own, the sadness had left

Objects, big, small, short, or tall, virtually everyone has them and most people have an Xbox or a computer that is their absolute favorite thing ever, but the greatest things in life are the living ones, the ones that love you back. Everyone has someone looking out for them, or someone that they can trust. These two people that I know I can trust are huge parts of my life and I am eternally grateful for them.

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

Late night phone calls never end well, and this one was no exception. My mom answered the shrill ring of the landline early one Wednesday morning and was greeted by her sisters solemn voice. Aunt Mary told her that their mother wasn’t able to swallow food anymore; an obvious problem that had all the more meaning to her. Barely a month before, grandma’s sister, my Great Aunt Maureen, after a long period of declining health, quickly passed away after loosing her ability to swallow. It seemed that grandma would follow her sister’s example. Mom hung up the phone, the weight of the world settling around her shoulders, and booked a flight for the small Irish town she grew up in.

Accompanied by my homework and usual heartless expression, I trudged into the hospital room for the lung function check-up. “...a miracle” whispered the doctor as his white coat waved in the wind of joy spreading in the room. From my stiff, wooden seat in the corner, I mocked this “petty” rejoicing. The rock in my chest didn’t give way to the news that my father delivered with utmost elation: “Ba is going to live”. My grandmother, with a fresh sparkle in her warm, soulful eyes, embraced me as I drowned in all of the devotion, joy, and contentment in her tender smile that I had missed over the years. Images from my childhood flashed in my mind depicting a naive girl full of exhilaration to bake, sing, and play alongside my grandmother. The warmth of these memories flooded my body and thawed the glacier in my heart as a lush, empathetic soul was unveiled in the arms of my Ba. Through compassion for my grandmother, I had discovered the elegance of

For this quiz I had my grandma take it with me. According to my answers the colors I scored the most points on blue, then it was white. I only received a few points for red and weirdly enough I didn’t receive any points for yellow. Some of the words in the yellow category described me, yet the words in the other categories described me better. I personally agree with me being more of a blue. I tend to pay attention to detail and can be emotional. One word that I feel like describes me from the blue category is the word or phrase worry prone. In my life I tend to worry about many different things pretty much. What I worry about more than I should is my homework. I always worry that I am going to do poorly on homework or a test. Something else from the blue category that describes me is how I react to failing. For the most part I dwell on my failing. It stays in my thoughts for way too long even though I know that I can’t change what happened. So that was what I thought about my

Grandma and Grandpa’s house always provides me with warmth and happiness. When I walk into the door, instantly I receive a welcoming sensation. The smell of their house reminds me of my cheerful childhood, which consisted of baking cookies, among other things. When I look around, I see Grandpa watching television, as always and Grandma, baking goodies to feed a whole tribe of people. Grandma always makes an effort to comfort me, just like at home, asking me if I need anything. She requests if I want any of the treats she recently made. On the other hand, Grandpa continues to ridicule me in a result of laughter. Knowing that I can always count on him to provide me with optimism, comforts me. More often than not, I spend my time there helping

I had always known that the day would come when my Grandma would no longer be with us. Yet, I couldn’t have expected the heart wrenching sorrow that filled my body, mind, and soul. Her funeral had just finished and we were beginning the long and quiet trip back to my Grandma’s lovely house that I was raised in. Even though I’m now eighteen, I can still remember my childhood swinging on the old wooden swing tied to the limb of a sturdy oak in the back. The house itself is a small and cozy cottage with faded blue walls, mix matched furniture, and outdated appliances. However, to my sister, Delfina, and I, it is home where my Grandmother raised us because my mother was highly incapable of doing so herself.

Both my parents burst through the doors, looking slightly concerned. “Mehak, why are you screaming?” My mom questioned. My eyes started to get watery, thinking of all the terrible possibilities, and I got a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. “Grandpa... H-he...w-were t-talking a-and h-he started c-coughing a-and the l-line w-went d-dead.” I stuttered, not knowing what to think. My dad flew out of the room, probably to contact my grandma about what was going on.