My Grandmother Essay

The memories of my grandma will always be with me. She opened my eyes to just how paradoxical life actually is and taught me during our brief time together that a human being must be able to settle with their past, and live in the present, whilst preparing for the future. In her case it was death. I was six years old when I last saw her; two weeks before my birthday. I hadn’t known that it was the last time. I remember the time when my grandma was alert and active and how she played so many…

The relationship that people form with their grandmother is one that usually makes a great impact on their life. People see grandmothers as being sweet and always have positive comments to say when referring to their bond with their grandmothers. Grandmothers are sometimes seen as the second mother, but appear to be nicer and treat their grandchildren like princes and princesses. When we go to our grandparent’s house we expect to have fresh cookies baked and ready when we walk in the door so…

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…

November 12, at approximately 8:00pm I was in the car with my Grandmother. We pulled up her house and I started to talk to her about my Gender Studies course and asked her if she would like to participate in my interview assignment. She was very excited to take part and was eager to discuss and hear my views on some of these topics. 2- What surprised me most during the interview and what was most informative was how blunt my grandmother was being about topics surrounding modern feminism…

I was raised and cared for by my grandparents a large part of my life. It has always been apparent that I have felt a great deal closer to them than to my biological parents. Uniquely, my grandparents were born on the same day – February 22nd – but two years apart. Because of this, as a young child I believed that you had to marry someone who had the same birthday as you and had great difficulty in understanding how my parents got married legally. My grandmother, Grace MacDonald or “nan” as a…

For my gerontology class, Aging and Health, I decided to write my research paper on my grandmother. This was my mom’s mother and she lived in Portugal. Sadly I never had gotten the chance to meet her before she had passed away. My grandmother suffered from depression and died of dementia. Webster’s dictionary defines dementia as, “A mental illness that causes someone to be unable to think clearly or to understand what is real and what is not real.” (Webster, p. 1). Others might also use the…

“You’re my new grandma,” uttered by an innocent five year old child to her already smiling grandmother. At a very young age, my grandmother and I had a bond. Not exactly the type of connection that a child has with their own grandmother or grandfather, but I had a very special type of bond with my own grandmother. She is a very sweet lady who takes in her children and grandchildren whenever they needed something or someone. My grandmother is my calming ocean and vice versa. My…

1995, my grandmother was born in a small city in Guatemala. In Guatemala, there was the wealthy, who had money and lived a great life, and there were the poor, the majority who lived in grueling poverty. Fortunately, my grandmother was born to a wealthy Guatemalan family with two younger sisters. She lived in the middle of Guatemala City with her family in an amiable home located in a quiet neighborhood. Her childhood consisted of her father’s political views and his hostility to…

In Memory Of My grandmother died of caner when I was eleven. I was very close with her. Her death influenced me in many ways. My grandmother had been diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer on may twenty eighth, two thousand fifteen. My grandmother was a woman of faith and morales, and she believed that god does things for a reason. She had been given a death sentence but her faith was unfailable. She was diagnosed at the age of sixty eight and the motality rate of women with ovarian cancer…

be true, it is the ache and sometimes-unbearable sadness my family and I are experiencing at the loss of our beloved wife, mother, and grandmother. But just as much as that sorrow is real, so, too, is the welcome relief of laughter and love we exchange as we remember the wonderful, funny life of our very dear Patty. It is only with fond remembrance and a good laugh that we are able to keep our heads when dealing with the grief of losing my Grandma, and she has given us an abundance of anecdotes…