Essay on Personal Narrative: The Passing of my Grandma

During Sharon M. Drapers childhood years, they were very successful because of her parents. Her parents encouraged her and her siblings to study, work hard, and as a result they could reach any goal they set for themselves. As encouraging as her parent were, they would set standards for each child and push them to be the best they could be. Her parents taught her that every opportunity you get you take because you never know what the future holds for many cases. In the educational aspects “For her parents education was precious commodity”. (SharonDraper1) Ever since the time

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

Losing grandma was and up until now the worst feeling I’ve ever felt…On this date, August 18, 2007 at 8:00 pm I received a telephone call. The phone call that I had received was obviously not a good one. That person who’s my grandfather told me, “Grandma’s dead.” I then replied to him and told him “no, this can’t be true.” After that his voice started fading Losing grandma was and up as he then started to cry over the phone and said, “at this point I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.” I began shedding tears because who knew that this day would’ve ever come. Although she’s gone, she’ll never be forgotten.

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

(I was re-reading and noticed i didnt put age anywhere im 16.) Alright well I'm not sure why I'm on reddit venting this dosen't really feel like the place, but on Sunday morning my grandpa died. Here's the story on Friday night I was going to go to a football game but some weird surcomstances allined and I ended up not going I was in my room playing CS GO and my mom came in the room and said that my Grandpa collapsed and was being taken to the hospital and they thought he had a heart attack, but that wasnt the case. My mom and I got to the hospital and where sitting around fro a while then my sister showed up a while after. There was a lot of sitting and wondering then I was told I could go into the room I followed behind my sister she looked him in the eyes and said I love you he said I love you

For instance, Huttman asks, “Did we really believe that we had a right to force “life” on a suffering man who had begged for the right to die?” (344). Although, I do disagree with the Phil Donahue Show’s audience calling Huttmann a murderer, because she did not kill anyone at all. She only let Mac die when his body said that the time was right. Huttman experiences his death, “Then there was one soft sigh and I felt his hands go cold in mine. “Mac?” I whispered, as I waited for his chest to rise and fall again” (344). Since Huttman expresses concern for Mac, and she does nothing to cause his death proves to me that she is far from a murderer. Especially considering that she comforted and sympathized him.

I failed to mention certain details in the beginning of my story that I would like to share with you. During my teenage years and before my grandmother had passed, I had experienced true love with an extraordinarily handsome man named Gary, so I was familiar with how it felt, and also knew that I didn’t have that feeling in either of my marriages. Unfortunately, Gary and I went our separate ways, but we have always remained close friends even after I moved away, married, moved back, and married again. He, himself had his own life agenda going on, he married and divorced, and during that time, out of respect for our spouses we kept our communications limited.

It had been less than a week since we were told that my Great-Grandma was dead. We drove all the way to North Dakota for her funeral. When we got there, there was a casket with the pale, lifeless body inside. There was also a lot of people gathered for the funeral, which made a lot of sense considering that my Great-Grandma was 100 years old. After a waiting for while, we walked into a room where we were told how the funeral was going to go, but all I could think about is how real it felt that she was really gone and that I would never see her again. When we sat down in the chapel, I saw a picture of my Great-Grandma and inside my heart pounded and tears swelled. I held in my tears with all the strength I had, but when I saw the casket slowly

One of the most nerve-racking moments of my life was when I found out my grandma had colon cancer. I knew something was wrong from the point she told me that something was upsetting her stomach. She finally went to the doctor and then had a CAT scan, which found nothing. Then she was taken to the hospital for a colonoscopy, and diagnosed with colon cancer. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I love my grandma so much and this really hit me hard.

On the first day of eleventh grade It was just another sunny morning Until the phone started ringing And it was hard to believe what I was hearing How was it even possible that grandma was no more? My world shattered into a million pieces,

I walk over to Grandpa’s to get some money. I’ve heard Mom say that Grandpa doesn’t believe in banks and keeps his money under the bed, so that’s where I will be looking. I enter the house and begin some small talk with Grandpa. When I excuse myself “to go to the bathroom” I search Grandpa’s bedroom. I find nothing, until I see a little chest. I open it up and see the watch. I take it and create a scene by flushing the toilet as if I had actually gone and leave. I just stole Grandpa’s watch and now guilt is filling my body. Once I sell it and get the money, I’ll buy it back, as if I never stole it in the first place. The street clock just struck 5:30 p.m. so; I take out my watch and wound it. I started walking again as the watch was ticking louder

I first realized my parents mortality when I was in the fifth grade. I was in the basement of my house, watching TV, when I heard a frantic call from my father telling my sister to call 911. My mother had been taking a shower, but she passed out and fell to the ground. My father heard her fall and rushed into the bathroom to investigate, and found her lying on the shower floor. I ran up the stairs in a hysterical panic, while my sister was on the phone calling an ambulance. Every time my mother would open her eyes they would instantly roll to the back of her head. We got my mother into bed and I went to the kitchen to get water and we forced her to drink it. Pretty soon, she came to, and we canceled the ambulance. We huddled in with my mother

Something unexpected that happened to me was my grandpa's death. It impacted me a lot because me and my grandfather were really close since I was a baby. But suddenly he got really sick and passed away.

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

My experience both at my mother and grandparent’s place made me develop a number of qualities that not only enhanced my survival, but also enabled me to develop skills that are relevant in both social and economic panorama. Most of these skills and qualities have enabled me to develop qualities that