Narrative Essay About Grandma Macleod

But I let him down so much, I just could not stop messing up, but I am clean now. ‘I am just sorry that he did not live long enough to see me clean.’ CHAPTER FOURTEEN Valarie loved her grandparents they had been good and kind, the only thing she could not understand was why they had not stopped Leah and Pete from doing what they did, she just could not understand. Valarie knew that she had to go to her grandfather’s funeral, but did not want to face her parents. She had not seen them since that day she laid in the hospital ... ... middle of paper ... ... ‘I had always wished that I was her daughter, I wished I could have given her what she wanted.’ Dee she lost her mind and all that children talk was in her mind.’ ‘I really don’t know how to say this Valarie, but Aunt Celia had two children.’ ‘What?’ Shouted Valarie, ‘are you sure and how come I don’t know about this. ‘Who are they and where are they?’ ‘This is hard and I don’t know if this is a good idea’ ‘What are you talking about Dee?’ Just keep on talking.’ ‘Well, there was a long pause; Valarie looked Dee straight in her eyes.

A couple of months ago I told my mom I was pregnant, she didn’t find out the way Julies mom did but she said the exact same thing, “I cant be a grandma, I’m to young.” But after letting everything sink in, she got to know Dylan, the guy I liked, and knew that we would be great parents. No we aren’t married and Dylan’s just a little bit smarter than Tod but our imperfections are what make us perfect. Getting pregnant young is a scary thing and if you don’t have support it makes things even more terrifying. Julie and I were okay, we had our families and the father of our child their the whole

Her mother loves her dearly, but was not able to provide her with a great life a child should have lived. Sadly, there was not enough weighing on their relationship her mother welcomed a new husband and more children. Emily seemed to be pushed farther from the entire family. As time goes on Emily grows up, her mother criticizes and blames herself for the distance between the relationships. It is causing tension in their already rocky relationship.

This change in my mom continued even when my dad was back. He had some trouble at first adjusting to my mom’s new career, but everything worked out okay. The experience I had with my dad leaving is one that many families face. Not every family is as lucky, being so that their father leaves the family to go fight in a war or for some other reason, most are just deadbeats and leave for their own personal reasons. My dad leaving at first turned our family upside down, throwing what we had always known into something totally different, but as time wore on we came to realize that things would be okay.

Unfortunately, I ignored my dad’s caring words, “Son please stay home and take care of your grandma for she is ill.” My parents trusted to do a simple task, but I breached the trust. Since the day she was gone, I couldn’t forgive myself for not attending to her when I had a chance to. I felt overwhelmed with guilt because of the decision I made and promised myself that I would never allow this to happen again to anyone else in my life. Though she is no longer physically with me, and I know her spirit would live on forever, and the images of her love would never disappear from my memory. That day when I was out with my friends, I didn’t see the importance of how much my grandma meant to me until she passed away in the hospital.

She saw the therapist for several years when the therapist accepted Will as a client. She felt that this was a conflict of interest, but did not want to offend the therapist who has helped her for some time. At some point she did not feel comfortable with sharing her therapist with her partner and stopped therapy altogether. She often feels alone and worries that she does not have any positive relationships in her life. Recently she has started wondering if Will is sorry for hurting her and if his children and grandchildren miss her.

I found myself telling them, “Hey…keep your chin up. Everything is going to be alright.” I quickly got tired of those calls. I thought that it was pretty damn selfish of people to call us, looking for support at a time when our family was in need of support. When Mama finally made it home from the hospital, she was greeted with a house full of her grandchildren and family members. No one acknowledged her illness.

I wanted to feel my mother close to me. My appendix surgery was delicate and it was paining me so much. I was afraid of dying without knowing her. I was always saying “Oh yes to give me a better life” but why she does not get any job here in the country. What is the problem?

My parents tried to combine two families into one, but unfortunately things did not work out. My mothers’ first children would not accept my father, for he brought a lot of negativity. My mother was not perfect either; her previous marriage fell apart and she was clinically depressed. Just in this small description of my family, I would have to say we are very low on the strong scale, putting us at crisis prone equaling a one. With this in mind, one could see adding a crisis into this mess would just weaken us even more, for we would not know how to cope with it.

This is what happened, but few people came and I could see some disappointment in some faces. The first one I saw was my grandma’s, because she was praying day and night wishing to have a new grandson. She already had four granddaughters from the same son, why would she have a fifth one? Nevertheless, another thing was coming and it was much more stressful and frustrating than my grandmother’s wish. When my mother took my little sister to the doctor to vaccinate her, some terrible words let my mother astonished and troubled.