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Parents versus peer relationships adolescence
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It was odd for the first in my life my grandmother and grandfather acted like they had wanted me to be apart of the family and I couldn't help feeling then and now that if they acted like that before I might have been sad that I was leaving them. I was allowed to pick whatever we ate, my grandmother brought the most expensive dress she could find for me wear to go into the water and my cousins made the effort to talk to me that week whenever my aunt Sandy and uncle John brought them to the house. The night before I was due to bathe in the water my aunt Sandy and I walked through the fields near the house. "Promise me Emily you won't throw everything away like April did" aunt Sandy said, I tried to walk in sync with her. " Her voice was …show more content…
"What was mother like?". Aunt Sandy let out a chuckle like my question was amusing for some reason, "What I remember about her she was very strong willed and had a gift for finding trouble". I wanted to hear more than that about my mother but she said no more maybe she really didn't remember much about my mother she been four when my mother was chosen and only saw her again the day she left temple and when I was born. When we were walking back to the house my aunt grabbed my hand and squeezed before saying "I know you won't us Emily and you probably believe that we won't miss you but the truth is all of us love you. We could never show it openly because in the eyes of everyone here you shouldn't have been allowed to stay but I want you to always remember that we do love you". That was the last conversation I had with my aunt. *********************************** Yam is made up six parts the City where we live, the water were it is illegal to go to without being with one of the elders, the temple that surrounded by a woods, the fort were only those of been in the water are allowed to go; the place were the elders live and the dark
One of my earliest memories of Grandpa begins with us driving to the Monmouth Park Racetrack. We sure did love to go to the track and root for Julie Krone or one of our other favorite jockeys. He loved challenges, and he especially loved the challenge of picking the ponies. He would read the race programs in the Asbury Park Press and usually pre-pick most of the day's favorite horses before ever leaving the house. Still, on arrival, we always bought the program and maybe a race sheet or two before entering the track grandstand. After picking up a couple of seats right around the finish line or maybe a little past it, back to figuring he'd go. As he went, grandpa would always point out the horses that had won recently or looked like they were due. "I have a feeling about this one" he'd say.
I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.
It is hard to give a eulogy for one’s parent. More than the death of a classmate or sibling, the death of a parent is not only a loss, but also a reminder that we are all following an inevitable path. We are all “Outrunning Our Shadow” as her friend Fred Hill so provocatively titled his book.
Have you ever been away from someone so long and then with them for so short of a time, but in that time you see how wonderful this person is, and they leave a mark on everybody they meet, see or touch. The thing is this person has a big problem despite how many people they touch on the outside world, the truth is their family is falling apart …you’d never think this beautiful person has a dysfunctional family. This is a story about a lady I can call grandmother her name is Ms. Carolyn Ruth Norwood. My grandmother is a no nonsense person when it comes to her small family she always wants us to do our best in whatever we’re doing no matter what; I’ve always enjoyed having someone to motivate me with humor. It amazes me how the world works because
I'd like to talk today about my grandmother, Ruth Smith - about who she was, what she meant to us, and what this day means.
There is an old Yiddish proverb, when the heart is full, the eyes overflow. And so it is the case when we try to sum up and honor my mother’s life.
I want to thank all of my Mother’s friends and family for being here today to celebrate her life and to mourn her death. I’m sure she would be thrilled to see all of you here and I know it would have meant the world to her.
I was sitting at my small desk in my room when I saw my dad had come home from who knows what, wearing a sad face. He came up to my room with a big red rose. Right then I knew what was going on. I never spent a lot of time with family members who I was not close with. I acknowledged their presence, but I never talked a lot to or about them.
Where do I start? How do I begin a farewell when I still can't believe you're gone? How do I say goodbye to a part of my soul?
I would like to thank you all for coming to Arlyn's funeral. I am truly touched that you care enough to show your support for us and your respect for Arlyn this way.
My mother was a complex, multi-faceted person. Many of you here today knew my mother personally, and many of you knew my mother indirectly through one of her family members. You may have known her as a coworker, a friend, or a support person. Of course, all of my mother’s family here today each knew a part of her, a “facet” of her--as a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandmother, a cousin.
Good afternoon, let me just start by saying that the kindness, support, friendship, and love extended to me and my family during this difficult time has really touched my heart- we are sincerely appreciative!
I believe that every person in, in their own unique way, creates a legacy in their lifetime by which others can live long after that person has left us. For those of us who remain, Mildred Johnson has truly created a legacy to uphold and fulfill in our daily lives. I firmly believe that this carrying out is a true honor and responsibility by means of the various facets that Mildred has made her own.
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
"Where is Paradise?” said my mom to my Aunt Dee. She replied, "She’s in the living room talking to Robert on the phone. As I and my dad’s conversation progressed about putting minutes on my prepaid cellular phone, my aunt came in the living room and said to me, "Your mother wants you to come and lay back down with her.” Baffled, I just simply said OK. I went back to what was called the “Hall of Fame Room" at my grandma’s house where there were pictures of everyone in the family at various ages. My mom and I slept on the floor in that room whenever we visited. For some reason it felt extremely odd for my mom to want me to come and lay down with her. However, I obeyed. As I begin to lie down she said to me “We are going home early today”. I