My Grandma Essay

A hero in my mind is a person who puts others before themselves, who goes out of their way to do things for other people, and who genuinely cares about others and their well-being. I have a wonderful example of a hero right in my family. My personal Michigan hero, my grandma, Margaret Patston, is the greatest hero I know. After she retired from her full time paying job, she did not do what most people would do. She did not go on vacation or sit around and do nothing important. A few…

“Grandma Cooper has cancer.” My heart dropped to my stomach, my eyes stung with tears, my lungs stopped working, and everything hurt. Cancer is a word that causes great fear, sadness, worry, dread, and many more terrible emotions. For me, I have heard the word since before I knew what the real fear of it was. I do not think I truly understood the sadness that the word could invoke when I was younger, I never understood until I was old enough to know that I could lose someone I was very close to…

with the shock of my grandma’s death. I don’t think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. The first thing that comes up in my mind is how my grandma is doing. I have not seen my grandma Lucia in five years. My whole family had a very terrible argument with her. The only memories I have with her are pictures as a child. My mother never spoke about her, so I asked her to call her, in hopes that she would respond. I looked at my mother desperately…

our lives. I still remember a happy childhood memory that stuck in my mind whenever I look back in the past. In addition, my earliest childhood memories were relating to my grandma. Because my mother was working, so I spent almost the time with my grandma. I still remember how we walked together in the backyard of her home, playing in the wood tree swing, ate candies, smiles and lots of toys and sweets. One day, while arranged my room, I came across a pretty…

I walk into my grandparents condo, the sunlight is gleaming through the glass slider doors but my grandma's smile is brighter. I look around, I see my grandpa sleeping on the couch, and my grandma is calmly sitting on the recliner with her book. She looks up to see me and my cousins, and she offers us cookies that I know grandma made for us. Heroes aren't always fool-proof, they aren't the type you see in movies that fly through the air and save cities. In my mind, Michigan heroes are people…

Over the past eighteen years of my life, many events have contributed to the person that I am today. I was born and raised in a small urban North Carolina town, where my friends and family mean everything to me. Not only does family hit home to me, it has a great impact on the woman that I am becoming and have yet to become. I was fortunate enough to grow up under one roof with two supporting parents, along with my grandparents in the same town. Through the many years of dance, reckless…

thought of as a happy situation. This past year, on July 17, my adopted grandma passed away. At the time, much like the rest of the world, I perceived her death to be a terrible mishappening that should not have occurred. Experiencing the death of a loved one so close to me, has made me realize that death should not be a subject of sadness, but instead one of happiness and relief. In the year of 2002, on the date September 18, my nana died due to colon cancer. I was only five years old…

Julie Ellzey, my grandmother, was born on December 31, 1956. She is currently 59 years old. The reason I decided to do my paper on her is because she continues to inspire me and push me to be better in every aspect of life. I learned a lot of things about my grandma that I didn’t already know before. Julie grew up in the 70s when everyone was fighting for equal rights. She was pretty young during this time. Julie was the oldest of four siblings. Unfortunately, being the oldest, she carried the…

Wearing my Christmas pajamas, I rushed into the cold, blue car as quick as I could. I was excitedly telling my sister, who was carrying several board games, to hurry so we would not be late. The anticipation was killing me. Arriving at grandmas, I opened the big red door and the smells of freshly baked cookies and hot chocolate rushed up to greet me. Walking around the house, I recognized the Christmas decorations that were in the traditional places. Everyone had arrived, my cousins- Timmy,…

doorway to my bedroom, I recognize many unique and vintage objects that I have inherited from my deceased grandmother. About ten years before I was born, my grandma, Katie Binder, lost her life to breast cancer. My father and his family have told me about my grandma’s love for making beautiful, lively artwork. Over the years, I have inherited several of her paintings, a collection of her vintage cameras, and one of her homemade cloth dolls. These treasures I inherited from my grandma have…