Grandma Moses

about Grandma’s stroke and what to expect. After getting to Cresco, I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and to see Grandma. Nothing could prepare me for what the night was going to bring. At last, we arrived at the bay where my grandma laid. My body froze. I had no idea on how to approach her. I slowly walked in as my dad said, “Here comes the birthday girl.” I could only smile. Grandma looked back at me even when her mind wasn’t completely there. I felt so much pain just seeing her lay there. My heart

straps of her backpack cutting into her shoulders and the blue plastic cooler she pulls behind her straining her muscles. Ugh, why did she have to be such an obedient daughter? Of course, she didn’t want to be rude and say, “Bring a bunch of food to grandma who lives all the way across town when we don’t have a car? Screw that!”, because she would never do that, but she was starting to regret not being a bit more persistent against going. It was really creepy in this forest. The shortest path to Renee

“Would you like to hear a bedtime story?” “Grandma, I’m too old for that.” “My child, you're never too old for a good story.” The girl reluctantly crawled into bed, knowing she wouldn’t win this battle. A bitter wind wales outside, whipping the fallen snow into devil whirls. “What kind though? Perhaps A tale of the ice witch? Asked her grandmother. “No, not her.” “what about a story of Braum.” The girl nodded and the old woman smiled. “Ah, there are so many to choose from. My grandmother used

combined with his voice to ward off the pesky children and ultimately save Elsa. The ultimate impact that he leaves on Elsa is evident when many times throughout the book, Elsa finds herself wishing that he was there beside her to comfort her. Besides Grandma, Wolfheart is the only person that Elsa has felt the most comfortable and secure with. The next hero is

Gravel crunched beneath the tires of my father’s ’95 Chevy Silverado, the same way it had every time we drove up the steep, tortuous path to my grandmother’s home on Christmas Eve. There she was waving excitedly, dressed in her floral nightgown and fuzzy slippers as the snow floated downward around her. She corralled us inside away from the cold. Like I was as light as the snowflakes just beyond the door, she lifted me up into her arms. I laid my head against her chest as she guided my father

Oma Else was first and foremost my grandmother. That’s all I ever knew of her and, more importantly, that’s all I ever cared to know growing up. At first, she was the grandmother I would always see for Thanksgiving, along with Opa Dave. I’d see her in the summer, too. Then she became the grandmother who’d come for Christmas. She would appear for performances and graduations, too. And then she was gone. Those are the memories I have of her. They are lovely, fond memories, but they do not represent

On August 24, 2016, a young mother went into labor. About five hours later she gave birth to a baby girl. Well so she thought. The mother ended up going into cardiac rest after five minutes of giving birth. The doctors were puzzled. A young healthy mother and a healthy baby. The doctors heard the NICU nurses screaming so they took off. They all look around. From what was a healthy baby had turned into an 87-year-old female. The doctors looked stumbled. There was no father to be found. “What is

More than Just a Grandma but a Lifesaver Growing up was not such an easy task for me. There came a time where I needed support far more than anyone person could provide, except for one, she was exceptional she was my rock, she held my world together she is my Grandmother. My Grandmother was not just my Grandmother; she was also my friend, my provider, and my savior because without her I would have more than likely taken a very wrong path in life. There she stands, all of five feet tall, short brown

More than Just a Grandma, but a Lifesaver Growing up was not such an easy task for me. There came a time where I needed support far more than any one person could provide, except for one. She is exceptional she was my rock, she held my world together she is my Grandmother. My Grandmother is not just my Grandmother; she is also my friend, my provider, and my savior because without her I would have more than likely taken a very wrong path in life. There she stands, all of five feet tall, short brown

box. She played it and something appeared on stage. There was a line of instruments and were playing themselves. She felt weirded out by first, but it was the right tools to help her in achieving the money. “Now it has to be somewhere where my grandma can’t find me and that there is a lot of people. The park!”, gasped Melina. She rehearsed all day. By tomorrow she will perform in the park. Melina rehearsing in the opera. While her