Home With My Grandmother example essay topic

GOD DID IT! Huh, Madear? I remember as a child growing up in the home with my grandmother, how she kept everything together. It was her grace, mercy, strength, smile and ambition that captivated our family, and others to remember we needed one anther.

She has five kids; three by her first husband, two by her second and nine grandchildren. She is the one the family considered the backbone. She was the one we cried on, laughed with and at, or just talked with regardless of the situation. My grandmother's love is not just for the family, but also for friends that she has adopted into our family as brothers, sisters, and cousins. She also takes care of her second husband's first wife and their kids.

Madear is an 83-year-old woman, born in 1920 in Livonia, Louisiana. She is a beautiful woman with hair that is white as snow, medium in size and height. Her skin is light caramel, which shows off her native Indian ancestry. This woman loves to wear nice dresses such as her favorite one, which is this silver two-piece suit with rhinestones around the collar and the stitching of the suit. And she wears a silver hat with this suit as well. Her church members always buy her suits, hats or just something, because she does so many things for everyone else.

I recall last year one of her members came to her home with Macy's bags, she had went shopping and purchased some items for Madear. In this bag were beautiful dresses, shoes and a mink jacket. As a small child, I began seeing obstacles in her life happening. I guess it was her belief in God that had been instilled in her earlier in life that over rode all pain. My grandfather, Big Will, would come home from work take a bath, eat dinner and leave home to go out to be entertained. I recall one day before he left out the yard, I yelled out the door "Paw Paw, don't be gone all night".

He responded saying, "Baby, I won't". Later, I received a call from a lady wanting to talk with my grandmother. I said to her "my grandmother was asleep", then she said", Well, your grandfather is dead". I woke my grandmother up out her sleep and she just looked at the wall and said, "Lord, I have scared this would happen!" One year later, her second youngest daughter, Loretha sent for her to come and stay with her in Houston, Texas.

My aunt, Loretha, took her to dinner that Friday night with her family and they were laughing about a joke my aunt was planning for me. When they got home that evening; my aunt laid down in my grandmothers' lap still laughing about what she was going to do to me. My Aunt eyes rolled in the back of her head and she took a heart attack and died. It was then, when my grandmother realized it was nothing she could have done to save neither my aunt nor my grandfather. Madear was so bow-legged, that she could barely walk.

In fact, when she walked she looked like a rocking horse. If we took her in the mall, she would just sit in one spot or we would place her in a wheelchair. We decided as a family to have a total knee replacement on both knees. Her recovery time was to be approximately six moths, but it was only thirty days. The therapist came to the house and he would sit her in a chair to make her bend her knee back; she had to have it to a certain degree before her treatment could finish. Days in and out, I would sit and listen to her scream out on the intense of the pain.

Eventually, she got passed it. She even road a three-wheel bike down the street to show that she was able to do more things now. Fourteen years after her surgery, she began to have problems with one of her knees again. This past years she had been visiting her grandson Robert and her youngest daughter in Georgia, when she started to have severe pain again. Upon her return home, we took her to an orthopedics specialist, who stated she needed another knee replacement. Because of her age, he only wanted to do surgery on one of her knees and not adding the fact, she had two heart attacks.

Madear has seen me go through a lot of heartaches and she has been there to put everything back together. When I had my first son, Orson she was there to take me to the hospital. She was there to watch him, while I went to school and worked. My second son, Austin, she was there as well.

I guess every good thing deserves another; because when she had her heart attacks, I was the one who saved her life. She still takes care of our kids and she especially takes care of me. When times get hard, she comes through for me, not just mentally, but financially as well. She gets a miracle from God and God gave me my own personal walking miracle, my grandmother, "MADEAR.".