As I was walking down the aisle of the funeral home, feeling pain and my eyes full of tears, I saw a white coffin. I slowly made my way towards the corpse. He was wearing his favorite white suit and shoes. His eyes where closed and his lips formed into a simple smile; there he was my grandfather or as I call him, Lolo. It was very saddening to see such a kindhearted and loveable man confined in a wooden box. It aggravates me to see him in that condition. I felt very lonely because I was used to having him right beside me at all times. Our entire family, relatives, friends, co-workers, and the people whom he had helped before started filling the house. I took a seat beside my grandmother, silently telling her that everything will be alright. When I looked by the door, there’s still a bunch of people coming in. I don’t even recognize all of them but it seems like they know my grandpa pretty …show more content…
He was my guide, my teacher, my inspiration, my best friend.. He was there for me no matter what. When I needed someone to talk to, he was always there to listen and give me advice when I needed one. I remember when he used to take me to the park to walk around and enjoy each other’s company. We were so close that no one could ever separate us. But things changed as I grew up. At one point in my life, I became irresponsible, apathetic, and selfish. When Lolo was confined in the hospital, I didn’t even bother to stay by his side and take care of him when he needed me the most. After he came home from the hospital, I still didn’t spend time with him. I did not worry about his health because he looked like he was feeling well. While I was enjoying the times with my friends, I was forgetting there’s a person at home waiting for my company. This is why, when he passed away, my whole mind was wrapped in regret and disappointment. If I could just go back in time, I would take care of him all day and listen to his amazing stories
I woke up to the sound of Mother walking into the lounge after work. Mother had the same look in her eye as she did earlier when she told me about grandfather
By definition, my grandfather is handicapped. However, he doesn't act as though he is, and he certainly does not want to be treated in any special way.
After, she passed, life seemed darker for awhile. Perhaps, losing loved ones, are physical and mental blows, that I can’t seem to get away from. I would cry for days with wondering thoughts on how I could have saved them. As family and friends disappeared whether by death or just lack of communications in friendships, it had negatively affected me, wondering when will the last day be. However, as I begun to face the realities of life, I am learning that you enjoy life today and focus on whatever comes when it comes.
One of life’s most drastic obstacles is the aftermath of the death of a beloved. I found myself in the grieving process most recently when my grandmother passed away a few years ago. My grandma and I were very close and I spent a lot of time with her baking, solving puzzles and enjoying each other's company. This was a very tough time for me as this was my last grandparent on my mother’s side. Having an emotional reaction to this loss was understandable since we had such a close relationship. Even though this was a challenge for me I was faced with the
Hello, I’m Tala Ashour and I am going to be giving a tribute speech to my role model. How many of you would like to go back in time just to be able to meet a wonderful person you’ve never got the chance to meet? A wise woman who is known as Shannon Alder once said; “Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” I would go back in time to meet the most admirable person in my life which is my grandfather because I fell in love with him but never met him. My deceased grandfather was a caring, genuine and humble human being that wanted nothing but a happy, comfortable and acceptable life.
Sitting in the hospital watching my grandpa fighting for his life was the most difficult thing I had to watch. It was hard to watch the man I adored not know who I was and was waiting on his death bed. As, I waited for him to wake up it reminded me of the first time we found out that he had alzheimer's. It was a bright sunny day, when my grandpa decided to go for his usually walk in the afternoon, normally he would be back right before dinner. I had a weird feeling while we waited for him to come back for his walk. My grandpa is usually very punctual, he follows the same routine everyday. As we waited, my father got a call from a random phone, it was my grandpa telling my dad to come pick him up. I could never forget my grandpa’s face when we picked him up, he looked terrified and confused.
What does phenomenal mean to you? One dictionary states phenomenal means very remarkable. My great grandmother was a very sophisticated and remarkable woman. Phenomenal should have been her first name, because that she was. My great grandmother was a rare breed; many do not come like that anymore. Memories of my great grandmother take me to a happy place, and hold a special place in my heart.
They say grandparents, are the two most favorite people in the world to children. Grandparents are the main characters of your childhood, they are the ones that leave you with the most beautiful memories of your life. Some grandparent’s teach you a very valuable lesson of life, they teach you respect, hard work, family values, and unlimited love. They show you their love in many ways, they say I love you in words as well as actions. Grandparents are the ones that sometimes get you out of trouble and guide you to the correct path. They show you trust, a trust that cannot never be broken.
I was assigned to do an autobiography for english class. It took me some time to think of stuff and things that have influenced my life. I thought over my life for a while. So to get things started I 'm going to talk about the most influential man I ever got the privilege to meet, My Grandpa. Ed Hansen
Every morning I wake up thinking that she is in the dining room drinking her coffee and watching her favorite TV shows. All of a sudden the truth starts rushing up and I come to realize that it was just a dream which was still hanging around me. In spite of my outward calmness, I felt as if there was a big hole inside me. My grandmother’s death was truly a sobering event and the most traumatic loss in my life. The commemoration of my grandmother will always be with me wherever I go and always tinting my dreams with her gentle smell of rosemary and the glittering silve...
When I go to sleep at night, do you care? Do you even miss us? Your bottles and mistress I need to know, I need to know why are you walking away. Was it something I did? Did I make a mistake? I was raised by my mother for the majority of my infant years the reason is because my father left before I was born. He went missing for a few years and we didn’t know how he was or if he even was alive, I remember thinking to myself, if my father ever thought of us while he was “missing”. One faithful day out of the blue we received an old crusted letter and it was from my father stating that he was no longer in Mexico and was inside the United States. “What on Earth was he doing there”, I thought to myself. Over the course of my beginning years I didn’t
...at once my grandmother had passed in January of last year, my grandfather had become depressed change all of sleep habits and was emotionally hurting. He had become angry with not only his self but with our family for the small things. I know understand that we was going through his own grieving process and didn’t know how to deal with insecurities of how life was going to be without my grandmother.
When reminiscing about my childhood a home is hard to recall. It seemed common for others to have a place called home. Moving from house to house was not the problem, but the empty feeling. Home to me was my grandparent’s house. I spent nearly all of my childhood there. My grandparents bought the one story house with two bedrooms in the early seventies. From the spacious bedroom, to the kitchen with endless possibilities and the way I spent my time this house defined my character.
It’s hard to imagine all the events that led up to ourselves coming into the world or at least it is hard to some people. When I think about all my ancestors that had to survive all the things I read about in textbooks it’s a miracle we are all here. Trying to learn about all the people in my family’s tree was interesting to know how my ancestors came about, what they did, and how long they lived. I learned mostly about my mother’s side of the family who have lived and flourished in andrews, texas where I am from. I haven’t done anything great yet but I am hoping when my grandchildren have to write about me they have something awesome to write about and will think I did something good with my life.
Has anyone ever asked you: “Who is most important to you”? To me the most wonderful mother in my life, no one can replace her in my heart. My mother, who is very nice and gentle, helps me and has always been there for me when I need her. My mother loves me very much. She is strict and educated me to become a good person. I can’t say how much love her. I am grateful to her because she gave me birth, brings me love and helped me grow up. But you know she just takes care of me a lot. Every day she tells me the same words. If you were me, you would feel very tired. I am a very happy child having my mother. I feel too tired to listen to her words, but imagine one day I don’t see her any longer and listen to her voice. What would I feel?