Grandma

All fifteen of the inches I had cut off were donated to Locks of Love in my grandma's honor. When she became sick with her cancer I decided that I wanted to grow my hair out and give it to a charity that would make it into a wig. Even though my Grandma, who I call Ahme, died when I was in first grade she still remains close to my heart. In the short time that I had with her she showed me how to be a selfless, loving person and to always give to others. Christmas day at Ahme’s house was always

The Conscious Good of Unconscious Evil Questioning the world as observers and contemplating what constitutes a moral code versus following the norm play a major role in self growth. The frustrating contradictions of one’s self-aware mind begins to unwind into its own understanding of what’s real and the illusion. Illusions can be underlined with beliefs, faith and perception of someone’s own experiences and mistakes. The Mistakes that are made throughout a lifetime are essential to understanding

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

us grandchildren or great grandchildren could walk, Grandma Opal had us learning how to check the hotwire fence on the farm with a screwdriver, in the garden planting and pulling the weeds or playing with the pets. Opal, who was actually my great grandmother had been like a grandmother to various others. Whenever her phone would ring, we would answer “Grandma’s house”, because the town of Maysville is not a very large, everyone knew her by grandma. I spent uncountable summers in Maysville as a child

Have you ever lost someone that you thought was invincible? One day they are here and the next they are gone. My grandma Suzie passed away in 2004. She emigrated over from Mexico when she was approximately thirteen years old. She met my grandpa Joe when she was twenty and had three children. Unfortunately, my grandpa passed away. She met my grandpa Tom and they got married. They fostered children all the time. Maria, who lives in Texas now, come to the funeral and talked very highly of my

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

nature, and see beauty in what others see as just grass and sky. After reading this short description of my grandmother, she probably sounds like a very sweet old lady. She is sweet, but is not a woman you’d want to challenge or treat unfairly. My grandma has taught me to appreciate nature, stand up for myself while respecting others, and to be a good friend who knows how to comfort a troubled soul during a time of need. During the summer of 2012, my cat Frankie went into renal failure.

nature, and see beauty in what others see as just grass and sky. After reading this short description of my grandmother, she probably sounds like a very sweet old lady. She is sweet, but is not a woman you’d want to challenge or treat unfairly. My grandma has taught me to appreciate nature, stand up for myself while respecting others, and to be a good friend who knows how to comfort a troubled soul during a time of need. 11. During the summer of 2012, my cat Frankie went into

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

impact on the thoughts that wander inside my head. Crisp morning air enveloped me as I walked out the hotel at a time much too early to be awake on a summer day. Wrapping my arms around my body and moving my feet leisurely, as to not fall ahead of my grandma, we strolled to the trolley station. Slowly, with its antennas connected to the power lines, and painted a screaming red, the wagon-like vehicle inched toward us. With smiles plastered on our faces, the group of tourists piled on the trolley. “This