My Grandmother By Pilar Gundlach Essay

1334 Words Sep 22nd, 2014 6 Pages
Can you think of somebody you used to look up to? Or still look up to? For the longest time and still today I look up to my great grandmother. Her name was Pilar Gundlach, but I called her Lola, which means “grandmother” in Filipino. She was born on October 11, 1933 in Pampanga, Philippines. My grandmother went through a heavy amount of difficulties as a child. She was born during World War II and was a pre-teen through the Japanese occupation. After meeting my great grandfather and quickly marrying him at twenty six years old, she followed him all over the world. He was in the Air Force and fought in the Vietnam War. Because of having to constantly change bases, they lived everywhere from Japan to all across America and the Philippines. My great grandparents had two kids together: my grandma, Gigi, and my uncle, Edward. My grandmother was full of life and loved to have fun. A very wise woman, she always had advice for us. She loved to put her two cents into every conversation. Even days before her tragic death in 2009, she was always respectful and held onto her beliefs. After my family found out she was dying, we all immediately made our way to the hospital she was staying in. We kept insisting on how special she was and that she was always our favorite grandma. But she kept on insisting, “No, your grandma Hugo is better.” This was because our grandma Hugo was older than our grandma Gundlach, and she always held onto respecting your elders. Everybody always seemed to fall…

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