I have a guardian watching over me in heaven,I call him Abuelo. Ever since I was a young girl, I admired my grandfather as a hero and a role-model. My beloved grandfather ,Alberto Schellemberg, has had an everlasting imprint on my soul. When I think of my Abuelo, tears come to my eyes as I recall my fond memories I have of him.The long phone calls I had with him and the special visits.He provided me with an abundance of unconditional love,kindness,patience ,comfort,and motivation.My grandfather taught me that you don’t need a cape nor an eye mask to be hero .He taught me certain values that helped shape who I am today. My grandfather may seem to be like every other grandfather, soft and caring. However, despite what one may assume my grandfather …show more content…
The last trip before he passed away my grandfather took me and my sister to visit the country club he was member of for over ten years. At the club my grandfather as well as my father were greeted with warm smiles by many.This kind greeting made me swell with pride that my grandfather was such a respectable member.he was a well liked man by not only his family,and colleagues but by his community as well. Additionally, he always made it his priority to set aside time for family. In his later years he found very cheap tickets to come to Los Angeles, he dropped everything,work and responsibilities and grabbed the opportunity to come visit his beloved grandchildren. Till this day that memory is etched in my heart that my grandfather was willing to put on hold all of his responsibilities to see his grandchildren. He also suffered multiple illness yet these painful disabilities did not deter him his entire life was a constant battle and my gradfather was a true fighter. My grandfather was a children of survivors who had escaped Siberia and to him family was always a priority.He taught me that when life gets tough friends may leave but family stays together.One of the last parting messages my grandfather told me was”Rivka,you should knew that I love you and I am so proud of the young woman you have become.I want you to knew and to never forget that your family will always be there for you and love you. They are there for you and will always support you, never take your parents nor your siblings for
I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.
Although ordinary people, extraordinary people, and even those who are seemingly god-like all go through trials and tribulations pursuing wisdom, bravery, and legacy, the heroes amongst us may fall, but they will never be forgotten.
Today, I am writing in the memory of my brother, Wilfredo, so that I may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that his life was to my family and me, and the pain that his passing brings. In sharing the joy and the pain together today, may I lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy. Wilfredo was just 44 years old when he passed away on Tuesday at Cajamarca, Peru. He was born on June 16, 1963 Peru. Wilfredo spent his life in Cajamarca farming for over 30 years.
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
I have been very fortunate to have known my maternal and paternal grandparents and great-grandparents. We enjoy a close family and always have. Sadly, my first experience with a close death was when my paternal grandma died at the age of sixty-four of colon cancer. I was in the ninth grade when she died and hers’ was the first wake and funeral I had experienced. I remember having nightmares for weeks after the funeral. As I grew older, I lost my
As a University student now looking back on the past, all the trials and hardships, my grandmother passing was not all dreadful. In fact, this dreadful event actually opened up my eyes for me to reach my highest peak. It has taught me to be strong and proactive. In addition, it taught me that I should get all I can while I am alive and do not take anything, such as education, for granted.
You took us in as your own. Most importantly I am thankful for you for always being there for my dad. I know I don’t show it as much as I should or communicate it as much but my dad is one of the most important and influential people in my life. I am really glad that he found you. I use to worry about my dad a lot when I was little and growing up just because he was juggling the stress of his career and being a single father.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
I believe that every person in, in their own unique way, creates a legacy in their lifetime by which others can live long after that person has left us. For those of us who remain, Mildred Johnson has truly created a legacy to uphold and fulfill in our daily lives. I firmly believe that this carrying out is a true honor and responsibility by means of the various facets that Mildred has made her own.
... members I found a way out of the sadness and focused on the happiness of how my uncle did not have to suffer anymore and that he was finally pain free from everything. My uncle was a very loving man and although he did not have much, he always found a way to give everyone a gift on their birthday and Christmas. Although he will be missed greatly I know he is always with me and my family in everywhere we go and in everything we do. I know thinking about death is a scary thing, but the truth is that it happens every day of our lives. The only thing that matters is how you choose to spend the time while you still have it. You should never let a minute go to waste because tomorrow is never promised and you want to cherish every moment while you have it. I will never forget my uncle and all he stood for he was a great loving man who will always be missed greatly.
I have a lot of cousins; therefore I am not the only grandchild for my grandparents. However, I was the only one that was raised by my grandparents. They spent the most of their times on me compared to my other cousins. For example, I slept with my grandma when I was young. Because of my body was weak, and my hands and feet usually cool all night, my grandma always held my hands and feet to make my body warm. She was told me fairy-tales or real stories at night when I was sick, because she wanted me to feel better. When I was little girl, on the family trip, grandpa always carried me, because he didn’t want me to walk too long. Living without the parent, it made me sad but my grandparents given too much love on
...n, especially when the biological father figure is not present. Grandfathers have important and life experiencing factors that they can instill within their grandchildren to help them succeed in life.
My grandmother has always been my biggest supporter throughout my life. My Grandmother is my back bone; she is the reason why I am the person that I am today. Most people hear the word grandmother and expect to see older lady with possible white hair, standing in the kitchen cooking and baking, evening sewing. My grandmother is the exact opposite of those things, she is still employed full time, enjoys making jewelry and furniture. Although she is only five two she is very witted and outspoken she never bites her tongue and will always give her opinion even if you don’t ask for it. There is a softer side to her, she will give you her last and be a listening ear day or night. Like the saying goes “to know me is to love me” and believe me