Throughout the life I have realized that life is all about our feelings toward people around us. That’s what changes someone’s idea about their life, aims, and most important; paths of their lives. As Joan Didion says “Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.” Life always gives us a golden chance to know how precious is every moment that we breathe in and out, and the time that we get to spend with our beloved ones. All this came to me when I lost the most important person in my life, My Granny. She was the best, that’s what every grand child might say about their grandparents, but my granny was special. Since she was sick for approximately forty years, she wasn’t able to walk. Sometimes I think of, if I get to ask God one question …show more content…
It felt like God has listened to her after years. At first days I was acting like my other teenage cousins. We would go out to play and have fun, but whenever I would get to house, she would call my “Hamed Jan Mara Yak Mach Az Peshanit” (Dear Hamed, Give me a kiss from your forehead). But since she was old she would forget and keep asking me for a kiss every hour, but I would say “You have kissed me once Bebe Jan (Granny)”. She would smile at me and say “It’s fine give me one more”. She didn’t have night shift nurse so my mom would sleep with her to help her needs like giving her water, bread, etc..; one night my Mom asked me to help her out and sleep with my Granny. It was midnight and she called up on me and said “Hamed I want to set, help me”, so I woke up and said “Uff! Okay”. I helped her, gave her a glass of water and told her to go to sleep its midnight. At answer she said “Sorry son, it night for me 24 hours how would I knew its night time”. I felt embarrassed and told her that its midnight and everyone is asleep right now so we have to sleep as well, but since she slept all day long she said she wasn’t sleepy at all. So I told her let’s talk maybe you get sleepy and go to sleep after all, and I started asking questions about what did she use to do for fun when she was young. This conversation became quite interesting for me, we talked all night long till I went to school. That was my first
As I grow older, I will attempt to create a life that I can look back on and think, “That was a life worth living.” Recently, my boyfriend’s grandfather passed away. He knew that his last day was near, but he kept saying that he was not sad, for he had lived a long full life (Matthew Morel, personal communication, February 2016). Contrarily, my grandmother, who is still living today, is obviously in a state of
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
It was a normal morning in April of 2008, when I received a call that would change my life and leave me with an emptiness that cannot be filled. Nothing could have prepared me for the news my aunt was about to give me. From the tone of her voice I knew what she had to say was not going to be good, through her sobs she informed me that my Nana had passed away earlier that morning. The moment my aunt said “Nana went home to be with her Heavenly Father”,I felt a piece of me die too. It had been a long hard year for my family, facing that fact that my grandmother was terminally ill. Her death was no surprise however, it broke my heart. The death of my grandmother, taught me love is the currency of life, love is what matters
Phyllis Burch, an active eighty-six year old women living in Worthing, England does amazing things with the life she has left. She goes to my cousins’ weddings, walks around London with my dad when he goes back to visit. I could not speak to her as she cannot hear as well as she used to. Therefore setting up an interview wasn’t too difficult, as all I had to do was write a friendly letter to my aunt. I couldn’t Skype her because she has had trouble hearing me previously. I would also get far better answers if I emailed my aunt who lives with her. My grandma is doing amazing for her age, having lived through the war. She doesn’t walk with a cane and is comfortable baking at her house and doing laundry. My aunt and uncle who also live with her help her around and they go on hikes through large parks. Grandma is enjoying her life right now as her granddaughter has just had a baby her great grandson.
As I nervously sat in the corner of the emergency room awaiting the doctor’s decision, I could feel my heart pounding rapidly. It felt like an explosive ticking down to zero. Fear began to take over my whole body and thoughts, and I became frightened. The thought of losing my grandma was like a dreadful nightmare. She was there for me whenever I needed here. Couldn’t the doctors find some super way of helping my grandma recover from her medical issues? Just then, Dr. Vittal, the chief surgeon, ran over to the bench where I and my cousin sat anxiously. He put his warm hands on my shoulders, and told me to stay stay strong and keep my hopes up. He told me that he planned to execute many operations to keep my grandma alive. As the surgeon’s words reverberated through my ears, my hope for my grandma living jumped through the roof but I still was not sure.
This lady is the most wonderful person I 've ever met. She is old, affectionate, and intelligent. It took me eighteen years to realize how much this extraordinary person influenced my life. She 's the type of person who charms everyone with her stories and experiences. She always time for her family and friends. She is the kind of leader who does everything to keep her family together and in harmony. She is my grandmother.
In life many of us experience what it is like to be hurt by those we hold dear. As a young girl I saw this first hand that generally the people we hold the closest actually end up being the people that hurt us the most. You expect more from them and their actions affect you on a deeper level the people you hold to a different standard from your loved ones. My grandmother taught me through the hardships she experienced what it mean to be a genuinely selfless person. My grandmother showed me the best way to live is by ensuring the happiness of loved ones even when they have wronged you
It was a normal morning in April of 2008, when I received a call that would change my life and leave me with an emptiness that cannot be filled. Nothing could have prepared me for the news my aunt was about to give me. From the tone of her voice I knew what she had to say was not going to be good, through her sobs she informed me that my Nana had passed away earlier that morning. The moment my aunt said "Nana went home to be with her Heavenly Father",I felt a piece of me die too. It had been a long hard year for my family, facing that fact that my grandmother was terminally ill. Her death was no surprise, however, it broke my heart. The death of my grandmother, taught me love is the currency of life, love is what matters
Scientists tell us that our sense of smell is the sense most closely related to memory. I have to say I agree. It only takes a whiff of freshly brewed coffee to transport me back to my childhood. Yes, my olfactory sense works better than H.G. Wells' time machine. One moment I am comfortably seated in mid-western suburbia; the next moment I am sitting in the kitchen of Grandmother Randel's house in Tampa, Florida.
God has ways of reaching you when you are broken. For me, it was through my 12 –year-old son, Nate. Nate is not one to show any emotion. A couple of weeks ago, I was as Eric Clapton phrased it in one of his songs, I was tore down, and I was almost level with the ground. I was in the midst of adjusting to the workload of a new semester and having to give up teaching religious education which I love doing. I started to question whether I was on the right path. Was I doing the right thing? It was really affecting me. My wife says to me, “You should read Nate’s homework.” Nate’s assignme...
Have you ever had that person in your life that you never thought you could live without? For some people that were their moms, dads, uncles, and aunts for me that was my grandma. My grandma was the person that I can always count and deepened on if something was ever wrong or I just need someone to talk to. In this essay, I will be talking about who my grandma was, why she has had such an impact on my life, and how she kept fighting till the end. My grandma’s name was jean Mack was born June 28, 1926, but would later be changed to jean Honek after she married my grandpa.
A couple weeks ago my father, whose leukemia had been in remission, found out it was back and spreading rapidly. He died just three days later. The memories of my father are few because he was never there for me as a child, or during most of my adult life. When his preacher asked for old pictures and good memories, I had nothing to share. My father was a very selfish man in his younger days. His current family has many happy memories and pictures of him, because he finally got his life together. This death made me realize there is no promise of tomorrow. We tend to run around, focusing on what we need or desire to do, and neglect the things that should really matter. My father’s passing, made me reflect on my priorities. While contemplating
As a little girl I never felt like I belonged. I was confused on why I was being raised by my grandma. Why didn’t my mom want me? How come she chooses drugs over her kids, I just didn’t understand? All my life I tried to find where I belong. Seeing all my friends with their parents made me wonder why was I so different and unloved.
When I was ten years old, my favorite aunt, Aunt Cindy, died of colon cancer. She was only 42. I knew God had a plan that I would never understand, yet I became angry with Him. I didn’t want to go to, or even talk about, church. I was stripped of my childlike faith. I was going through the motions for years, to the point where service without heart was my
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had