Descriptive Essay About My Cousin

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

My mother and father have countless siblings. My mom alone has eight. Everyone of my mother’s brothers and sisters live less than 30 minutes away. One of my mother’s sisters Marta is in fact my favorite aunt. My aunt Marta is the type of woman who is always cracking up a joke and laughing. What I love about her is that she’s always looking up for my mother who's kind nature at times makes others believe they can take advantage of her. My cousin Gladys, my aunt Marta’s youngest daughter, is my favorite cousin of all. We are both 20 years old and our closeness of age and similar sense of humor made us best friends. I truly couldn't have asked for a better cousin I love her very much and couldn’t be more excited to see what the future has in hold

My grandfather was an extraordinary man. He seemed to know exactly how to reach everyone on a personal level that was around him. This caused me to view him as larger than life as a child. He was the true adventurous type, and he had been that way since he was a child, at least that is what I assume due to his remarkable stories he told about himself as a young boy. He was the type of man that was so full of life that you could never imagine that life ever leaving him.

Did you know the name Keller is actually a german word for cellar or basement? Although the origin of the name is not usually common knowledge, the name Keller is a pretty big name in the Tongue River Valley where I have resided the past 4 years of my life. For generations, the Kellers have built houses, preached the gospel, raised children, and made lifelong friendships in this small town. Having this already established connection with the community and it’s residents is such a blessing, yet I’ve discovered that it can also have some faults. The past year, I have pushed myself to become more independent and socialize outside of the comfort zone that my family has established for me.

In the maze of suburban communities that seem to stretch for miles, lays a young city called Maple Valley. Within the confines of this civilization is a house. This house lays on the side of a looping cul-de-sac. It’s outer walls splashed with warm hues of peach and light brown which are complimented with white trim and a cream white door. The dwelling evokes a welcoming sensation as you walk towards the entrance. Softly walking on the stoney step that led towards the entrance, you rap your knuckles on the heavy wood door. With two heavy knocks, Clunk! Clunk! Suddenly you are greeted by a flash of snowy white hair, and a big smile. You could see small wrinkles at the corners, that show he laughs a lot. The man had great blue eyes that show his kind-hearted nature, and wisdom. Whom belongs to who a person i’ve looked up to all my life, my grandfather.

There have been many inspirational people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a particular inspiration was my grandfather. He married my grandmother when I was at the age of five and had accepted all of her grandchildren from her previous marriage as his own grandchildren. With my mother and I only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent a lot of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and played the role of a father figure.

There is always that one person that you have that knows all of your secrets, shares all of your jokes, listens to all of your gossip and is simply someone you can call your best friend. I live with that person, or at least I used to. Her name is Allison, my sister and my best friend. Looking back at every single memory I have, she is there in some form or fashion. She is there holding my hand my first day of preschool, wearing the same jean jacket as I because our mom loved it when we matched. She is there on the basketball court with me during my very first game, helping calm my nerves and stop my shaking. She is there holding me while I cry over my first heartbreak, reassuring me that things will get better. Even after she graduated, leaving me in high school alone, she is still there. She is at every game cheering me on from the stands and is always willing to help me with things such as homework or listen to my constant rants about teachers.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.

On a very warm, patriotic day. The sun on a sandy beach beats down on the hot sand, the cold blue waves crash the shores of Alpena Michigan. A very energetic, outgoing girl runs across the hot, sandy, dry beach. On the warm humid morning at 8:30 in the morning I begin to build a sandcastle on the hot sandy beach while cherokee is in the cold crystal blue water. After that we begin to go to the beach to have a barbecue with my family after we had the barbeque we began to play football and that when my cousin zak said I would be an amazing quarterback after the barbecue me and cherokee began to walk all alone at night my freezing our red, white, & blue off. While we begin to walk we hear loud booming coming from the sky as the colors fall out of the sky. We begin to walk even more and we hear a big crack coming from the sky like the fire crackers being hit up against the ground.

As I was on my way home from Prime Music Festival in Lansing, it was night, and I was so relieved to almost be home. When I had got home, I planned on having a cookie, shower and a lot of rest. The weekend had been the most fun I have had in the longest time and I was exhausted. When I got home my mom was still up and I had been excited to tell her about the concerts I had seen. Sydney and I had danced all night long and made our way to the front of the stages. Sydney is my best friend, she is very outgoing, loud and tall, my favorite spunky blonde. The festival had been wild, people all over were dressed crazy and doing crazy things, some of the artists even blasted money off the stages and onto the crowd…wild. I couldn’t believe it when

It was always my sister and I that would say the silliest things; it was as if curiosity always got the best of us. Uncle Jorge was the one who would always play along in our games, never getting mad if we disturbed him while working. I could simply say that Uncle Jorge is an ordinary Mexican guy, but he is more than ordinary. He may not have a lot of money, but he is still a humble man. His beautiful green eyes would fill with happiness to hear my sweet voice. Uncle Jorge has always been a pacific person, also a very caring uncle always watching over my brother, sister and me as if we were his kids.

My neighbor is one of those annoying wannabe YouTube personalities. Over the years, I’ve seen him cough out cinnamon, lay flat on the hood of his car as it slowly creeps down the driveway, and douse himself in lukewarm water, all the while screaming epic win, epic fail, or, fuck, epic maintenance of the status quo, for all I know. It can get tiring to watch him go about his shenanigans in the pursuit of viral fame. So, when he knocked on my door the other day, told me he was going away for a few weeks, and asked that I get his mail, honestly, it was a relief. I can’t explain the peace of mind I had knowing I didn’t have to brace myself for any of his stupidity for a while. I was always afraid his stunts would wind up bleeding over into my life.

My job as a travel consultant for Pfizer gave me lots of opportunities but the best was the opportunity to travel to wonderful places. I have been able to see and enjoy many exotic and not so exotic places. However, in 1997 I got the wonderful gift and greatest pleasure of my life and that was the chance to travel to Puerto Rico for a business trip. As soon as I landed in San Juan and we got into our Jeep Wrangler and headed out of the city I knew I had fallen in love with this Island.