My Family Essay

“Family is everything.” I am not sure that I’ve ever heard any of my relatives utter this phrase, but I know that is a sentiment shared by all of them. To call my family “big” would be an understatement. My mother was the seventh of the twelve children born to my grandparents Hugh and Roberta. She married my father in the 80’s and they had ten children, I am the third oldest. On my mother’s side there are more than sixty grandchildren. My dad is fourth of six children born too my grandparents Bruce and Helen. From those children were born more than twenty grandchildren. Ten years ago, my mother passed away and my father remarried four years ago. My stepmother’s family is a story in and of itself. My family is spread out around the country,…

Family Dynamics When I was nine years old my brother died, he was eighteen. I will never forget the day it happened and I will never forget how it changed my family. It changed my family in both bad and good ways. After someone dies it’s hard to see anything but the bad ways that it has affected your life but sometimes you start to notice things that have changed for the better that came from it. After my brother died my parents became much more overprotective of me, my brother and my sister.…

My role in my family is really big and important.Being the oldest boy in my family is something I am really proud of. Especially because I am the role model of my brother and I am always there to help my mom with anything she needs.Since my father does not live with us i have to step up for being the role model for my brother which can be hard but having my mom by our sides can be really helpful.My parents divorced when I was really young and left my sisters,brother,and I which is something hard…

Family has a unique meaning no matter what culture it possibly can be. I never had a chance to meet my extended family from my mother’s side because her parents passed away before I was born and she was the only child in her household. I grew up with only spending parts of the day with my father and the other half with my mother. Other peers in places that I would go to school with thought my family was together because they were more involved in what I liked to do when I was younger. When I was…

I never had the opportunity to get to know my father’s parents. So my family would have to start with my great-grandparents. My great grandmother, Lucille was born just down the road in Suches, Georgia where I grew up. Her mother was Cherokee Indian and her father was part Irish. They owned a big part of land and were farmers. Lucille was born on a snowy night in nineteen-twenty inside their barn. When she was in her late teens she met a military man. In the beginning of World War II, they got…

The oldest living relative in my family is my Grandmother Lou on my mother’s side. All of my other grandparents on my mother and father’s side have passed on. I called my Grandma Lou and asked her about my ancestors. She proceeded to tell me about how we have a book that goes way back and traces our ancestors but, sometime admit the chaos of life, it has been misplaced. My Grandma Lou said she would tell me the most she can remember about my ancestors and hopefully that will do. He was french…

To some people the definition of family is very standard: a mother, a father, and a few children. My family was far different than that, with the clashing of three different families into one. We never saw each other as half or step, we only saw each other as family. Family isn’t made from entirely blood and nothing else. Family is loving one another regardless of the mistakes, conflicts, or anything in between. Our family fit the definition of all of this and then some. Even though our…

My grandmother on my father’s side was Italian and Irish. Her mother was Irish and her father was Italian. They met in Boston and had three children, 2 girls (one being my grandmother) and 1 boy. My grandfather on my father’s side was Russian, as were both of his parents. Both families moved to Boston seeking a better life for their children. My grandmother’s family lived in the Irish part of town while my grandfather lived in the Russian area; they met and started dating at their high school.…

My family consists of four people; mom, dad and two sisters. My dad, named Pablo was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA including all eight of his siblings. My dad would make frequent trips to Tijuana, Mexico for visiting family. My mom, Rebeca in the other hand had fifteen siblings. My mom was born in Guadalajara, Mexico and raised in Tijuana, Mexico. My parents met through a friend and sure enough thy fell in loved. Although, my dad had a previous marriage and had two children. Through the…

So, I still resumed contact with my family after around six months when my father reached out to me shortly before my oldest daughter was born. I started working in Johannesburg during the week and then flew back to Cape Town over the weekends and would meet my family on occasion for dinner. Then a few months after that, his girlfriend of 20 years left him and he really struggled emotionally, so I would spend a lot of additional time in Johannesburg with him to help him through the breakup. I…