Several years ago, when I was a brand new nurse’s aide, I had an experience with a dying patient that changed my perspective completely. I was scheduled to be a 1:1 companion with her for a 12 hour shift. The lady had received the news the day before that she most likely not live more than another week or two. And she was very much at peace with this, when talking to throughout my shift I inquired how she could be so calm and collected. She told me that death was just the next step.…
When the world seemed like it was spinning out of control, I would always look ahead to the future.” When my grandfather died of Parkinson’s Diseases, my whole family was depressed, and I, still depressed, was thinking about how he was in a much better place and out of pain. She also told me tips on how to relieve stress. I like to go outdoors and enjoy the sun. I relieve stress by working out and doing something I enjoy, I view myself as a creative and active, and I get both traits from my grandma who, ride a horse for the same reasons I work out, and she creates beautiful artwork.…
as she was playing with the town dog, she remembered her parents and brother, and immediately started crying, but her grandmother was always there to comfort her. Not long after, her parents sent for her to come live with them in America. After the plane landed in the big apple the only thing the little girl could think of was seeing her family, and what made her even happier was the sight of snow for the first time in her life and how it felt on her body. As she grew up, life got harder and harder, especially after her father lost his job and got addicted to cocaine, but things got even worse when her dad set fire to their house with her mother in it, luckily nothing happened to her with the help of her neighbors. That affected the little…
Pet Peeve Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled.…
My grandfather, Jerry, grew up with peanut butter on everything. Hot dogs, hamburgers, and sandwiches always had a hefty slab of peanut butter. My grandfathers family did this because they were poor and it helped make the food more filling. He continued the tradition and raised his children with peanut butter on everything. It took his kids awhile to start enjoying it but once they did they would always ask for the delicious sweet spread on everything!…
In early August of 2012, my dad and I decided to visit my Grandpa and Grandma Hurt in Florida. We hadn’t seen them in a couple years and it was time to spend quality time with them because time goes quickly, and you never know what could happen. The car ride seemed forever, but I was so excited to go to Florida. The car ride was almost unbearable to sit hour after hour. The only peculiar thought about this trip, is that my grandpa was sick, and the doctors did not know what exactly was wrong.…
I believe in not taking others for granted. My great-grandmother, Maria Guzman was 101 years old when she passed away last year. My aunts, uncles, and my own mom after her death started planning her funeral, clearing her mobile house, etc. Through this I learned more about her. My mom was always telling me stories about her and how she was as a grandmother to my aunts, uncles, and mom.…
Tegan English PAP Impeccable "Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the thing they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too. " Most people have things about them that they struggle with having. You see, I have those things but the real struggle is ,my monster, my grandma.…
When I was in the sixth grade my maternal grandfather was diagnosed Multiple Myeloma. I didn’t know much about what it was but I knew it was bad. It was cancer and as I sixth grader I knew that cancer was a scary word typically used to describe some sort of disease that would later turn fatal. My grandfather wasn’t given a sentence, none of us were sat down by the doctor and told we sound be preparing our goodbyes, we were told that the cancer wouldn’t kill him and to go on living a normal life.…
It wasn 't until 2012 that we first noticed a change in your behavior. A once energetic and high spirited woman was experiencing changes and becoming lifeless and confused. We presumed old age was kicking in and thought that forgetting things was just a natural part of growing old. However it was not. The slow deterioration of my beautiful gran made our family aware that something more serious was going on, something that could not be explained by old age and inevitably something that could not be cured.…
Every Christmas Eve our family gathers around the coffee table in our apartment in New York City. During the day we go to see the tree at Rockefeller Center and buy chocolate candies from the Greenwood Pastry on the corner. Uncle Riley leads the way as we walk the streets until the light begins to fade between the office towers and the crippled gargoyles forever perched on the corners of the buildings that illuminate a golden age gone by. We laugh together and reminisce about the previous Christmases we have spent together. The elevator seems quieter on these nights, almost as if it has a respect for the holiday, but I know it’s just because we’re all crammed in there together.…
Narrative Essay Death is an experience that nobody wants to experience, but unfortunately everyone dies. It 's a depressing time, and a time to be thankful for everything you 've ever been blessed with. For my grandfather, death was knocking at his door two years after he was diagnosed with bone cancer. He had gone through treatment, but eventually it stopped working and the only thing anyone could do was wait.…
Great Memories of My Grandmother First of all my Grandmother raised me and was a great provider she was a caring Grandmother to all her grandchildren. She loved to cook and was willing to go out of her way for others. She had a great smile and loved to watch her soap operas on TV. No matter how the passage of our destination I learned from her.…
I do not remember exactly the particular day but all I remember was that it was very humid and the sky was cloudy. It was just a few days before I joined first grade and I had just arrived home from my neighbors. I was utilizing my last few days of freedom and hence was tired and hungry. I had rushed home looking forward to my grandmother’s food and playing time.…
My Fathers illness has equally effected all of my siblings and I significantly. It is most difficult hearing stories from my family members about my father before he became ill and depressed. He was often considered the center of each conversation. It is difficult to type these words about my father considering that the last time my father and I have shared a laugh is beyond my memory. My mom always tells me that I am very similar to my father in terms of his stubbornness and positivity.…