Through my 15 years of life, I’ve lived through uplifting and challenging times. The most uplifting moment — my pink starburst moment — I’ve ever experienced was getting the call that I’d made ASB as an Assemblies Commissioner. When I began high schools, I was directionless. I joined senate to be involved and before I knew it I was on ASB. I was very excited because I would soon be able to do things for the school on a much larger scale. Even today this is the best decision I’ve ever made for myself because i know so many people and I’ve never looked back. One of my most memorable “orange” starburst moment, which was primarily good, was the month of January 2018.At this time, two major things were going on: winter assembly and finals. This assembly was important because middle schoolers from inside and outside the district came to watch the assembly and preview the school. To add on, there were small little details that wouldn’t stop ending. This assembly of the year was one week before finals adding on to the stress that built up on my shoulders. After one event was the other: finals. In the beginning of the year, my grades were struggling and I was struggling to keep them above a 90%. …show more content…
She was someone who I loved dearly; she cared for me, fed me, and loved me unconditionally. She was the only grandparent I was close to. Both my grandpas’ had died years before I was born and I was never that close to my other grandma. However, her death was not the hardest of worst time for me because even though I loved her dearly, I knew that she would be happy forever. Furthermore, what made this hard for me was seeing my dad so sad. My grandma was his last surviving parent and stayed with her until the end and tried whatever he could to keep her out of a hospice. Seeing my dad like this made me scared to see him age yet I learned that it was the natural way of
She was my cousin from my mother’s side. My mother loved to spend time with the family so needless to say, I got to spend a lot of time with her. However, much to my mom’s dismay, her family moved away seventeen years ago. Yet I still have many memories with her, some
...join so long ago I never really knew I 'd end up here doing what I do. It seems like the common theme for me is seeing something and saying “I can 't do that” then pursuing it until I can. One of my fondest memories is watching someone at the percussion concert play a marimba solo when I was in sixth grade and just looking over at Justin molder and laughing saying “wow I can 't do that” now I do that all the time. I didn 't think I could ever be the leader of a group like this it seemed like too much for me, but now after watching and being in this program and seeing where it could go and what I can do, I want to help take it there. I feel great about next year no matter what happens but I 'm ready to step up, I 'm ready take on whatever I have to to make this year the best year yet. Not just for me but for us all every last one of us in this great family I call home.
My mother was a difficult, unusual and complex woman. She loved her daughters, Barbara, Wendy and myself, her sons-in law, Marty, John and David, her grandchildren Kenny, Cory and her stepgrandchildren, Mandy and Taryn, But if she loved her children, she absolutely adored her husband, my father. My Father was the truly abiding center and great passion of my mother’s life, as she was his, and knowing that they were coming up on their sixtieth anniversary only just barely gives you a glimpse at the strength of their love.
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
One of the hardest things my dad had to do was to inform me and my brother about her situation. He sat us both down, put his hands on our shoulders, and carefully explained that my mom was "sick". Sick was an understatement. This disease was life-threatening. It could take a mother away from her children, a wife away from her husband, and a sister away from her siblings. No, my mom was not "sick". She was suffering. There were days where I wasn't allowed to be near my mom. Being a 5 year old, it was hard to understand why things had to be that way. Why can't I see my mom? Why can't I play with her? Why can't I hug her? Although I was young, I could still see my mom in times of
She is a multi-talented women with determination and believes if you set your mind your goal there isn't anything that you can't achieve. My grandma wasn't able to be somebody that gave a lot of influence and didn't meet some of her goals, I am proud of her intelligence and how much she was able to do independently. Even as a grandma she loves to learn and presently is learning English. She is almost eighty years old and she looks like she is only sixty. Even now as a grandma, she is active and passionate about education. She encourages me to get a
Although, her mind was committed to fighting the cancer, her body was fragile and the doctors sent her to our house on hospice care to live out her final days with her family by her side. As I stood by her hospital bed that now replaced the sofa in our living room, I remembered specifically a day after school when we were getting a special treat at Cherry on Top. I recalled piling on the chocolate brownies and syrup on my melting vanilla yogurt and my grandmother telling me, “Good, better, best, never let it rest, til’ your good is better, and your better is best”. To this day I apply her thinking through my academics and sports. She firmly believed in me and wanted me to do my best at whatever it was that I set out to do.
This season was only the second year that I had been in marching band, even though we did do parades in middle school. The year before, I was selected to be drum major of the upcoming marching season. I was excited to meet the challenge of getting back to the state championships. It was also nerve-racking because I felt if we didn't make it to state, it would be my fault. To be truthful, later on I experienced both sentiments from some of the most influential, heart-warming, absolutely awesome friends that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. This would be the year that our band would adopt its slogan, its mission statement: Band #1.
Her greatest love, which morphed into her career was painting and art, and I too have a passion for art. Therefore, I felt a special draw to her as if she was my mother as well. We laughed, cried, giggled and smiled together. Even though I think of her often, I know she will always be in our
Having someone in your life that you consider special is a wondering feeling. And when this person has played so many different roles throughout my life it’s a magnificent feeling for her to feel so accomplished and so admired. When I think back to everything I’ve done I can’t look over the fact that the reason I did it is because she made me the fantastic person I am. I’m glad she passed all the things on to me and I hope I can do the same to next generations. The traditions that we have created are known throughout my entire family and I’m glad that we were both a part of them. She is an extraordinary person and I look forward to all the great memories I still have left with her to create. My Grandma is with out a doubt the most influential person in my life and I’m so grateful for her presence.
My Nana was an incredible woman who loved life and lived it to the fullest. Her life was filled with happiness but more than anything it was filled with love. As I grew up next door to her, I had the great privilege of always having the opportunity to visit, sit down and just talk. She was known by many names, some are Mother, Me‘Me’, Nana, Great Grandma and Great Great-Grandmother. What my Grampy would call her was my Betty, my sweetheart. I knew her by all these names but the name above all that comes to my mind are two words “our rock”. For she held together her large extended family with love, faith, and dedication. All her years were spent alongside her incredible loving and dedicated husband of almost seventy years my Grampy. Nana and
I have been very fortunate to have known my maternal and paternal grandparents and great-grandparents. We enjoy a close family and always have. Sadly, my first experience with a close death was when my paternal grandma died at the age of sixty-four of colon cancer. I was in the ninth grade when she died and hers’ was the first wake and funeral I had experienced. I remember having nightmares for weeks after the funeral. As I grew older, I lost my
It is hard to take in the fact that appamma is no longer with us. She had greatly contributed to building me up into the person I am today. There are so many great qualities that I have learned from her, like being gentle, kind, caring, and appreciative to those around you. Although we have cherished many memories together, it is tough to know we won’t share memorable moments anymore. I remember like it was yesterday, when we would watch TV together all night or devour the chocolate bars appamma bought from the pharmacy. The memories of us travelling together still remain fresh in my mind. When I was in kindergarten, it was appamma who dropped and picked me up from school. Even though for the last few years she lacked the ability to cook for
She was a social worker for families she worked for what is now called the Department of Human Services. She was a case social worker for 32 years and sadly she hated every minute of it. My grandmother did not like people and she definitely did not like the people whose cases she covered. My grandmother (late) always felt that people need to work for what they need and support themselves. She had much disdain for people who accepted assistance when they could go out and work. So after 32 years of loathing her state job she was finally able to retire and that was in 2005. She retired and with her retirement bonus check she took a 2-week vacation on a cruise to Jamaica. I was so jealous and I begged her to take me and when I did she said "Deena remember when we went to Disney world in February that was for you now this vacation is for grandma". I remember when she left we dropped her off at the airport and went back to our house to find that we were out of power. The day my grandma left for her cruise was the first day of the "blackout" of the east coast. It was the summer and it was so hot that my friend my sister and I slept outside on a mattress. It was so fun we stayed outside all day grilling, laughing, and having a good time. When my grandmother came back she had a tan, souvenirs, and a host of stories to tell. I said that I would do the same thing when I retired and take the same cruise my grandmother did. August 5,2015 my grandma past 10 years after she retired. During those years my grandma did not need or want for anything. She went shopping, out to eat, to the casino and any other place she wanted. She lived a full life before and after she retired even though God could have let me have my grandma longer than 66 years she lived a full life. She was happy and loved and well looked after and financially stable. If God would bless me like he did my grandma I would be the
My grandma passed away before I was born… I didn’t know her. Although I have heard a lot about her, I find myself thinking about her all the time. Maybe things could have been different, and maybe I could have grown up with her. The reason this happened was...Cancer.