When you enter the house now all you feel is pain. The years of damage from the family and the absence of us has made Grandmas house no longer feel the same. It makes me feel much sorrow because we were once a happy family we would all show up and have those happy warm moments around the holidays and everything would just make you feel warm inside and your mind would be at ease. Now you can see the pain in Grandmas eyes and It hurts me because I know that there is nothing that I can do or say to make things better they seem to just get worse. Grandma has been ill for some time now and the best gift that I think we could give her is to get along.
As you can tell by that my grandpas death was very hard for my mom. Something we do to remember his is that, every year for his birthday, we set off a balloon at his grave, we also leave flowers there for him. When we are there we shed tears of sadness, memories, and joy with my grandpa. I can always tell that my mom is sad and that she misses him everyday, but extra on the special
For the past five years, I have watched my amiable grandmother unconditionally care for my ailing grandfather. My grandfather was diagnosed with alzheimer's and dementia. At the earlier stages of his sickness, I remember visiting for Easter when I was much younger. My parents told my brothers and I that grandpa probably will not remember our names but to be patient with him. I did not think too much of it since, at that time, my grandpa seemed to be his normal self.
The words which filled my head when my parents gave me the news that our family was moving. It was the end of my seventh-grade school year, 2014. On the afternoon of that hectic day, I sat on my bed crying as I thought about all the possibilities of what could happen to me. Would I have any friends? Would I be a different person?
In less than 6 months I lost one set of my grandparents, losing my grandmother from a long, hard and painful battle against lung cancer. Then her husband passing away less than 6 months later from multiple health problems. Death is a long, complicated and hurtful thing to deal with but just like the people in the poem they found comfort in the small things. After my grandmother died, my family kept seeing butterflies, my grandmother loved being outside and loved butterflies. So these small things made us feel like my grandmother was still around, even though you have lost someone there are many things that can remind you of them.
He spent a large majority of his childhood there with grandpa on the farm. Words do not do the justice of how much sorrow I felt for my dad at that moment. I could not imagine what he was thinking. I never talked to him about it or said a word to him. I did not need to ask if he was okay.
Death has never affected to me on an emotional level. I have felt the sadness around me when my uncle died, or when my great grandmother died. I was never close with them or even knew them very well, because they died when I was young. Now that I am older I understand what everyone was going through when they died. I felt their pain last year when my grandfather died of cancer.
From time to time my grandpa would stop to visit and take us to his ranch; those were the good old days. My relationship with my grandfather was unique in a way, sometimes he would be there and sometimes he we would not. He was the closest thing I had to having a grandpa and so I loved him regardless of his absence in my life. I felt no need to judge him and none to question him for the choices he made, he was the father of my father; therefore, I respected him. Thinking back, I remember when he use to take us fishing that must have been ten years ago.
I would just hold her hand and talked to her. The evening before she passed away as I was leaving she mumble to me “I love you Sunshine, thank for you for always being there”. Although I knew I impacted her life I never really realized how much until her daughter called me letting me know she passed away. Her daughter told me how thankful their family was that there was someone who cared and protected their mother. She had told me that they wanted to move her mom from the facility after they would not accommodate her needs.
I try to calm myself and stand in front of the gate – hoping someone will out and open the door for me. Finally, after one hour waiting, grandma opens the door. She not speaks English and opened the gate to let me in. She point the slippers that I need to wear in the house and show me the room. She phoned her daughter who is my host.