Grandma

My grandma shifted in the shadows, her figure highlighted by the street lamp pouring thru the un-shuttered windows. The veins on the back of her hands noticeably ripple over the arms of the chair, as she tightens her body to lift out of the chair. Her arms bend

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

country from my Grandma, there has been one phrase that she repeatedly says and has been stuck in my head for years. Whenever someone complains, or when there’s a bad situation, she always would say “it is what it is”. To me this phrase has a great deal of meanings and has always been words I live by. This phrase also has most likely been instilled in me because I look up to my Grandma more than anyone else, and I see her a very wise woman. The meaning of this phrase my grandma uses, to me means

in a facility I worked at, we used Skype to allow a grandma to attend her only grandson’s wedding. Her son had been planning to take her out of state to attend the wedding, but as the time of the trip grew closer, her condition changed and she was no longer able to travel. It was very important for her grandson to have her at the wedding. Facility staff coordinated with her son and had Skype set up on a facility computer. Staff assisted grandma to virtually attend her grandson’s wedding. The look

For as long as I can remember, my father has called my grandma every night to find out how she is doing and what medicines she has taken. As a long-suffering chronic pain patient, she routinely experiences immobilizing pain. We got the frantic call that she was lying at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood at 3 in the morning. At that moment 5 years ago, I truly realized how serious her addiction was. When she woke up in the hospital, she did not have any recollection of what had happened

With her dachshund sweaters, dangling glass earrings and heart warming smile, my grandmother, Martha Grace, is a character from the moment she catches your eye. The wide and contagious smile Grammy proudly wears could truly light up any room. However her looks are undoubtedly not her most impressive attribute. During a time when very few women attended college, Grammy was able to receive her Bachelor's degree from Smith College. Her life took off after college and she married her first husband, Nathan

through the sliding doors I noticed Grandma Bel was still in her bed. This, to you, might not seem a big deal but to me this as quite alarming. Grandma Bel watched the sunrise every morning, rain or shine, since the age of nine. At the ripe age of eighty two years old, now did not seem like the time to stop. So when I saw this I went to my sister Margaret’s room and woke her up. She herself being quite alarmed walked

describing what I would have given and done to save my grandmother from her fate. Sue Renfrow wasn't the grandma who baked pies, or cakes. She was not the grandma who sat on her porch swing to drink sweet tea. She did not cook dinner for the whole family on Sunday nights or even for the holidays. She was the type of grandma who took us to the Chinese buffet on Market Street. Type of grandma who would hand your black coffee when you were eleven only for you to make a face of pure

Today is such a beautiful day, I’m so excited. My heart feels as if it’s going to jump out of my chest and run away. Never have I ever been this excited my whole life! I finally get to see my grandma, who is actually like a mom to me in a way. I haven’t seen her in what seems like decades when it’s probably just been a month. I’m so used to seeing her once a week that i'm nervous. It feels like I’m about to meet a stranger for the very first time. My heart’s pounding as I sit in my pink and purple

two characters The Grandma and The Misfit. The first character is The Grandma that the author introduces and starts to describe first of what kind of person she is and what she does for the family. The second character that the author introduces is The Misfit and what character he is and what he does. The Misfit and The Grandma are similar in that they are outcasts from the family and society, but they are different in how they react to being outcasts. The Misfit and The Grandma have very similar