FAMILY

Family is something that stands for a thousand meanings. In my definition a family is a group of people, dosen't matter how big or small, who stand by you. They definitely don't have to be related to you by blood. Family is what keeps you going from my understanding.

 

I have an amazing supportive family. Even though my parents divorced I have a great support system from both sides of the family which makes me very grateful. My family consists of my mother, my father, my step-father, my brother, and my two step- brothers. I cant leave out my puppy, Gracie.

 

Every single member in my family is so loving and caring and made me who I am today. I have earned so many personality traits, not just physical, from just being around my family. They give me their humor and their intelligence. They also give me there bravery and sensitivity. I believe that I have a very hard working and devoted family. They are always working and striving to do well to support our family. I also predict that they have given that trait to me since I'm a hard worker at the age of 14. I started working at a job at the age of 13.

 

It dosen't matter if you have the wealthiest family or the smartest family, it matters that you have a loving and caring family. I learned this statement from A Tree Grows In Brooklyn. In this book, they aren't in good living conditions and don't have money but you can still be happy from the love of your family. Everyone wants money but money for sure cant make you happy. Yes, it definitely can buy you stuff you think you may need but does it make you a better person? In my opinion, no.

 

I know many people who's parents have passed or they couldn't support their children and there are other figures in their life who they consider parents. That is still family. I consider a lot of people in my life who i'm not blood related to family because they are there for me and love and care for me.

 

Family is a small word with lots of meaning. It means hope, love, devotion, craziness, and so many more.

 

I would have to admit how dysfunctional my family is. We all have our ups and downs with one another. We fight over stupid things then forget about it the next day. Its also part of growing up because sometimes us kids make stupid mistakes and our parents just try to teach us right from wrong.

 

In conclusion, family means a lot to me and i'm so grateful for mine. I hope you are too.

Sacred Object to Me

There are several things that stick out to me more than anyone else. One of several has to do with my grandmother. My grandmother passed away on December 30th, 2013. She had squamous cancer. It was originally skin cancer but it moved in throughout her body. She was the light of everyone in my family's life. She was always putting a smile on everyone's face no matter how bad of a day it was.

 A couple months before she passed, she was sitting down at our kitchen table with my mother. She said right out of the blue that when she dies she would like to be seen as a big puffy cloud perfectly shaped in a heart.

 From the day she passed and on, all my family ever sees is heart shapes everywhere. In the randomest places we see heart shapes. In the least expectable places a perfectly shaped heart will appear and i immediately think of all the great memories i shared with her.

 It makes my day 10 times better knowing that she is looking over me and sending me signals. My family and I all think that one day when we are all together we will finally see the big white puffy cloud shaped in a heart. It's going to be amazing when we finally see the big white puffy cloud.

My Noni always said that she was going to make it past Christmas and the doctors and nurses said it was most likely not gonna happen. My Noni made it past Christmas and i have never seen her happier. It was the best Christmas I have ever had because I got to spend it with her.

 Since she lived right next to me after a rough day at school she would pick me up and we would just talk about everything. We were very close and the hearts make me feel like im still close to her.

When I am with other people they say "What's so special to you about the heart?" , I tell them that it's my grandmother watching over me. It gives me a way to feel connected to her and that we are still best friends. I'm grateful that I still get to have some sort of connection to her and that I get to admire the fact that she is safe and stress free.

 I hope these signals never end and I get them till the day I die. The hearts give me a message about to keep trying and staying strong just like she did.

 To my whole family, the hearts symbolize somthing about her and a positive message. So to any other person the heart shaped objects may mean nothing but to me it means the world. The hearts symbolize memories that no one will understand.