Journal Prompt, Week 8: Deathbed

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Imagine, for this assignment, that you’re on your deathbed. Your granddaughter comes in and asks you to tell her one last story. What story do you tell her? Would you tone it down or change it any way for her, or would you make a complete deathbed confession of it?

Due Sunday, 10/20. It’s the last story you’ll ever tell, so make it a good one.

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30 thoughts on “Journal Prompt, Week 8: Deathbed

  1. My last story to my granddaughter would be a summary of my senior year of high school, 2012-2013. I would tell her about the opening up of the school year, with me making varsity volleyball captain and the endless amounts of hours we spent in the gym practicing for our season. I would tell her about all the football, baseball, and basketball tailgates and games that my senior class valiantly supported every opportunity we could, and how we even got recognized school-wide for our spirit. I would include prom night with all my friends and the hotel we stayed in after just to keep the night going a little longer before we departed for college. And I would make sure to include the parties and wild things I did and got away with with my friends before I turned 18 to get it out of my system before I was an adult. She would hear about graduation and how I felt walking across the stage when my name was called in front of my peers, family and friends. I would encourage her to live her life on the edge and to accomplish everything she wants to before it’s too late or she’s too old. I would also make sure she knows to cherish her true friends and to stay in touch with those that only bring her up and not down.

    Christie Gleason

  2. As I lay in my deathbed with my young granddaughter, I would tell a happy story. I would tell her a story about the summer I fell in love. I would tell her how he and I met at my high school football game when we were only fifteen years old. We started off as friends, and became very close. I would tell her how important it is to create important, truthful and lasting friendships because they could turn into something amazing the way mine did. Little girls love to hear love stories with happy endings, it gives them hope because as we all know, girls begin planning their weddings at very young age. I would tell her that as our friendship grew, so did our love for one another and eventually we decided to start dating. We fell in love quickly and we left all of our intuitions behind us. Thats the way you are suppose to fall in love. In the hot summer air we would lie by the pool and share stories and laugh and laugh about anything. I would tell her how much of a gentleman he was and how he treated me like a princess, because she needs to have the right idea of how a man should treat her. I wouldn’t build up my first love to her though. Unlike the way disney movies portray it, I would tell her that it isn’t all lovey dovey and wonderful all the time. I’d tell her that once you fall in love, it’s a fight but it is a fight you don’t have to go through alone. I would tell her to never stop fighting for the one that she loves. Most importantly I would tell her that being in love is the best feeling in the world and once she gets that feeling, cherish it.

  3. Renee Lemire
    As I lay in my deathbed with my last breaths I tell my young granddaughter a story that she will never forget and will remember me by. I will tell her the time when it was her great grandmothers 50th birthday. The whole family wanted it to be a surprise birthday for her. I would proclaim that family from all over the nation came for her great grandmother. I had a very special part in this whole event: I had to make sure my sister coming home from college to surprise her as well. I planned for days on how my sister would surprise our mom. Then, the day came. I would go on about how there were at least 7 family members in the small home of her great aunts house. When the door bell rang for my mother to come in (she thought she was just stopping by to get her tubberware that her great aunt borrowed) the whole family yelled in exaltation, “happy birthday Rosemary, we love you!” I would wave my hands in the air to my granddaughter and show how the family celebrated her great grandmother’s arrival. I would continue on and say that the really special part did not come until a little later after that. I would tell my granddaughter to come closer to me to hear e better because my breathing patterns are getting shorter. Then, I would go on to say that it was my time to prove to the family of fulfilling my duties to have my sister come and surprise my mother. The whole family was socializing when suddenly my mother’s phone rang. It was my sister and little be known to my mother, she was just down the hall in a separate room. My sister said on the phone, “mom, I want to wish you a happy birthday; I wish I was there to celebrate it with you!” I would tell my granddaughter with great emotion that my mother sighs and said, “Ericka, it is okay, you are here in my heart always.” Just as my mother finished her sentence my sister came around the corner and said “happy birthday mom!” The whole family rejoiced and my mother just ran to her and cried. I would tell her what a beautiful moment it was and how it made the whole family teary-eyed. I loved every minute of that day and it showed what a strong, loving family we all are and I will say to my young granddaughter to continue the love.

  4. If I was on my deathbed, I would not want my granddaughter to think that anything was wrong with me. I would not want her to realize that I would soon no longer be able to spend valuable time with her. I would therefore tell her of an inspirational story, my favorite childhood bed time story: David and Goliath. This is a story that I refer to in my daily life and believe that she too would be able to. David and Goliath is about a boy named David who was the smallest and weakest boy in his village. The Philistines, ruled by the giant Goliath, was invading David’s village. Goliath tested to see if the people of David’s village had the courage to fight him. Everyone in the village was petrified to fight Goliath except for one boy, David. The little boy was brave enough to grab a rock and slingshot and kill Goliath. David saved his village from the Philistines. This story is a reminder to me that nothing is impossible. Even if you are not the tallest, strongest, best looking, or strongest, it is the one who is daring and has courage that will come out on top. I would want my granddaughter to know that anything is possible if you have courage to face one’s fears and follow your dreams. I believe this story would help her to overcome life’s biggest adversities to allow her to achieve her goals and become successful.

  5. As my granddaughter looked at me with confusion and sadness from the side of my deathbed I would tell her of the long happy life I had lived, and how it is only natural for it to end. I would tell her that the eventful life I lived was worth every second. That regrets and mistakes are just lessons that that will help her along her journey. I would tell her of my parents and how they had done all they could to give me the best opportunities in life, and how I did that for her parents, and how her parents are doing the same for her, and how she should do it for her children one day. I would tell her of how nervous I was when I asked her grandmother to marry me and how joyful I was to see my child’s first steps. I would tell her that time can be faster than light or can be slower than a snail. I would tell her that these memories are my prized possessions and with them I am complete and that in my completion, death is a natural and beautiful thing. I would tell her of how I embrace death and will be going to a better place. I would tell her of how tired I was, and that it is time for me to rest. I would tell her that death is not something to fear but to rather embrace, because one day when the time comes we will be reunited once again. But until that time comes I would tell her that she needs to cherish her youth, and make memories of her own that will accompany her long after death. I would tell her how much I love her and how much I will miss her. I would tell her I will always be around to talk even when I am not in front of her. Then finally I would tell her goodbye.

  6. My grandmother means the world to me. She would not know what to do if she walked in that hospital room to see me laying there on the bed with tubes and sensors all over my body. But if she could hold back the tears for a little while to ask me to tell her a story i would make it worth her while. The story i would tell her would be about my first year in college. It would be a story she should already know if had the time to call her more often. As I began to tell my Mema about all the great ups and downs of my freshman year i would hate myself for not making the time earlier to tell her all this. She was there for me my entire life, i owe it to her to tell her how my life is at FSU. The first story i would tell her would be about my first football game as a student. I would tell her about me and the other guys on the baseball team all tailgated together before heading over to Doak Campbell (of course i would tell her the only things we had to drink was sweet tea and powerade). Next i would tell her about my classes and about all the late nights i had to spend studying. Finally i would tell her about the part she actually cares about; the baseball. I wouldn’t leave out a single detail, from the morning workouts to the color of our practice gear. Her eyes would light up as i recalled plays i made during practice, every little thing that happened she would be interested in. After i finished telling her about all that has happened, i would tell her one more thing. I would tell her that i did it all for her. I would tell her that i would have never been able to have the experiences i’ve had if it weren’t for her teaching me how to be a good person and a hard worker. I did it for you, Mema. Thank you for everything.

  7. I remember sitting by my grandmother’s deathbed and being overwhelmed with emotions. The experience would have been much harder if she hadn’t handled it the way she had. Instead of crying about our time coming to an end, we talked and laughed about all the good times that we had, which is exactly how I would want to spend my last moments with my granddaughter. I would talk about all the important parts of my life that she wasn’t apart of and would never get to hear about otherwise. I would talk about things like my first dance recital, being asked to the prom, graduating high school, getting married, having my first child, funny stories about her mom or dad, seeing her birth. And then I would reminisce on the parts of her life that we were part of together. I would talk about seeing her first birthday, spending Christmas together, share funny stories about different family members. Then of course I would feel obligated to share my knowledge and advice with her. Overall I would want to recall all the memories of my life and the time I spent with her so she could watch me go and not be so sad about it. I would tell her this was part of God’s plan and that I would see her again some day. I’d ensure her that I would be watching over her from Heaven and to stay strong for the rest of the family. Most of all I would tell her I love her and that I’m so proud of her.

  8. It was my senior year of high school. I was the man. I was captain of the football team and class president. Our football team had just won districts and was about to win the regional championship. I thought I was on top of the world. Then the first drive of the second half came and I went to make a tackle and landed awkwardly on my right shoulder. I ended up separating it. It was like all of a sudden I realized I was not invincible and all the wind was suddenly blown out of my sails. I had never been hurt. I had no clue what to think. I had no clue what to do.
    Thankfully we won the regional championship and went on to play in the state semifinals against a team from Miami. The only problem was I had a separated shoulder and didn’t know if I was going to be able to play. I got the note that I had been cleared to play on Friday just three hours before the game. I was stoked. But I knew it was going to be one of the most painful things ever. I had to do it for my God, my team, my family, myself. There was no turning back. I played and we unfortunately lost by 13 points that night, ending my football career but I know that I fought with everything I had. I gave it my all and left literally everything on the field. I played for more than myself and that is what will always stick in my mind.

  9. The story I would tell on my deathbed would surely have to be a great one if it is my last. Hopefully at that time, I will be able to think of a story to tell. It would only be right to make it the most extravagant story anyone has ever heard. The story would be about the time I got invited to dinner at the White House and saved the president from choking on a chicken wing. It was the most decorated dinner I had been to in my life. Who knows what age I was because I forgot. Yet, as the president was explaining to me all of our nation’s top secrets and the cool stuff he knew, he sucked in some air to continue and brought a chicken bone along with it. His eyes bulged out of his sockets and his face grew as red as an apple. No one knew what to do and there was a panic. Plates flying through the air left and right, food sticking into people’s hair, tables getting knocked over with all the contents still on top. I quickly ran to the president and started to perform the Heimlich maneuver. Three squeezes was all it took to save the presidents life. I was a hero that night, and even got offered a job as his vice president. Hopefully that would be a good story to be remembered by.

  10. The story I would tell on my deathbed would be a one of the most meaningful moments to me. I would choose the time that my little league all-star team went 10-0 and went to states. This is the most famed year of little league baseball because it is the Little League World Series tournament. During my 12 year old season I had the privilege to play on one of the best little league teams that our district had ever seen. We went 7-0 in districts which is just the city of Sarasota. During those 7 games my team hit 28 home runs and 3 of them were mine. Next we went to sectionals. Which included Fort Myers and Bradenton. My team went 3-0 so we advanced to the state tournament in Tallahassee. At this point we were 5 wins away from being on TV in the Little League World Series. Our team made it to the semi-finals and lost to a team from West Palm Beach. We had a pretty good run that very few kids will ever have. Every player from that team went on to play high school baseball. Half of the team plays for college and 3 of them got drafted into the MLB and 1 even plays for FSU. This is one of the most inspirational stories from my young life.

  11. I would tell my family a story of how, if they really wanted to accomplish something, they probably can.
    My parents and I were doing well in Venezuela (late 1993-late 1995); both my parents had completed medical school, they had me (late 1994), and my dad’s private practice was thriving. As my mom was at home taking care of me, she realized that the sea of Venezuelan politics was getting rough, and suggested to my dad that we should move to the United States. My dad was hesitant, because it would mean he’d have to close his practice, but he went through with it (look at what ended up happening after that!). We moved into a small vacation condo that my grandparents owned in the town of Weston, and had nothing else than what we brought with us. My parents began to work on medical school (again), and my grandmothers would babysit me, as my parents worked their butts off doing their residencies (again), studying for the boards (again), and finding jobs (again), all while dealing with immigration.
    When my brother came into our lives (1998), my mom decided to put her career aside to take care of the two of us. My dad became board certified in radiology, and began working at Jackson Memorial Hospital trying to get the food on the table. Things became drastically better when my dad was offered a better job at Florida Hospital, even though we had to move (again). We found a nice house in a good neighborhood to rent out while we looked for our (current) house, and we were able to afford much more than just arepas four or more times a week.
    As time went on, I was able to good to an amazing school (and now an amazing university), my dad was offered another (even better) job in Leesburg, my brother goes to an awesome school that can accommodate his needs (Aspergers and ADHD), and my mother finally has some time for her, and can have more than when we started (she deserves the world!).
    Too long; didn’t read: The American Dream is possible.

    -Becky B.

  12. If I were on my deathbed, I would tell my granddaughter about my high school years. I would tell her everything and anything that she wanted to know. I would explain to her how important these years are and how quickly they fly by. High school is when I found out who I really was and when I made some great friends and great memories. I would tell her about the Friday night football games, cheering my team on and being there to socialize too. Going out to dinner before and going out for ice cream after, or maybe even going in my friends hottub when it’s 40 degrees outside. Those are the nights that you remember and cherish forever. I would tell her to not worry about what other people think in high school, because in the end it really doesn’t matter at all. People can judge you all they want, but it doesn’t mean anything. I would tell her to be involved in high school, get to know everyone, and make friends outside of your comfortable group of friends. Talk to everyone because you never know what kind of impact that could have on someones day. I would tell her to listen to her parents, because even though it seems like they are always wrong at that age, they aren’t. You learn that later on and most likely the hard way. I would tell her to do her school work, but to also go out with her friends and make memories. School is important but so are your friendships, so make time for that. Senior year is the best, it’s when people stop caring about the cliques and enjoy everyone before it’s time to go. Realize how important everyone is because the day you have to leave for school is very sad knowing you’ll never see some of them again. I will tell her that high school is so much fun and that she needs to embrace every second of it and make it the best that she can.

  13. I would tell my granddaughter about my high school parties and the parties in college. The parties that I would focus on the most probably would not be toned down because then I would be lying to her and I don’t want to die telling a lie. So the first part of the story would be about the night in high school I went out with my ex to celebrate graduation from high school. That was one of my most memorable nights of my life. We had live music and djs for three days at my friend’s home. It was on the third night that we burnt down the house after getting the news that we were going to get our diplomas. It was iffy because we had a huge cake fight on the last day of school. The second part of the story would be the parties in college especially the one where we got free booze at the coliseum from so other booth who wanted to use ours as well as their own. That night was the craziest night of my life because I ended up in the hospital and had no clue how I got there or what time it was when I got there.

    Palmer Harper

  14. Timmy Corrigan
    On my deathbed I would tell my granddaughter that the most important things in life are connections. Having strong bonds with you friends and family is the most important thing in life and never forget that. I would also tell her to take risks and work as hard as you possibly can in everything you do. Then I would tell her the story of my senior year in high school when I worked extremely hard to get a starting spot on the lacrosse team. I would tell her that unlike other schools in my area, my lacrosse team was very good and it was hard to get spot. I had to improve my skills by hitting the wall every night 300 times in a row with my left hand. Through hard word work I was able to achieve my goal. These would be the two lessons that I would try to instill into my granddaughter, hard work beats talent when talent does not work hard and that life is way better when you have strong bonds with other people. I would also tell my granddaughter that life is short, which sounds cliché, but it is true. You only live once so take chances and have fun.

  15. Le’otis Boswell-Johnson

    In my last moments I would probably tell my graddaughter a few different short little stories or parables that had different meanings behind them (I plan on being a very philosophical grandpa). I know I’ll tell a story about never giving up on chasing her dreams and persevering through whatever she goes through. This story will probably be a biblical parable that relates to all the obstacles I faced and overcame in my hopefully long life. Whatever it is that I say to my granddaughter I want her to be able to walk away from that moment inspired to continue to chase her dreams and not to be afraid of whether the journey will be too hard; I just want her to know that nothing can stop her. And because I will be happily married to her grandmother for twenty-plus years, I’m more than likely going to tell the story of how we met and that one moment when I knew she was going to be my wife. I’m sure my granddaughter would enjoy that. Actually thinking about death and my last moments is extremely hard for me so I haven’t put much thought into it but I do know that before I leave this Earth I want my loved ones to know the importance of love and family, I also want then to know that anything that’s worth having is worth working for so never give up, and to stay connected to their faith.

  16. My final story would be about my journey on Calvert Hall High School’s varsity baseball team. I would start off very monotonic and work my way up to speaking in the most excited voice possible for someone on their death bed. I would describe the bonds I formed in two years on that team that will last me a life time. I was able to make life long friends with kids a grade above me, as well as kids in my own grade, and also kids that were the year below me. My junior year and first year on the team we went 30-6 and won the state championship. We finished off that season ranked #13 in the nation which is unheard of for a school from Maryland. Also that year, we traveled down to Miami and played four games in which we had a 3-1 record to show for. That trip made me super close with my fellow junior teammates, but also a lot of the seniors. The next year, my senior season, I started and had way more fun on the field than the previous year. I played every game and finished with a .365 batting average which through 35 games is pretty solid. We went 29-6 that year and again repeated as champs. My senior year, however, thanks to many generous donations, we flew cross country to play outside of Los Angeles, California, near Huntington Beach. Although we lost the majority of the games we played there, it was one of the best experiences of my life. As a batter, I faced 90 miles an hour for the first time, man those California kids are good! But, again, moral of the story is how close I became with all of my teammates and how I will have those friends undoubtedly for life.

    Louie Copley

  17. If I were in my deathbed and my granddaughter were to ask for just one more story, I suppose I would have to tell her the story of how I had met her grandfather. As of now, who knows who he will be, or how I will meet him, but as I lie in my deathbed in the future, all of those details will be crystal clear. I will speak to her with her best interests in mind, and tell her that not all boys are the same as those who have hurt her in the past or will hurt her in the future. I will ask that she never gives up on love, because one day, she will meet someone who will change her life for the better. I will tell her of how my parents divorced, leaving me to doubt whether or not true love is real and whether or not spending a lifetime with someone is plausible. I will explain to her that her grandfather took away all of my doubts. I will share the good times with her, and let her know that fighting isn’t always worth it. Sure, no guy is perfect, and even if he is your husband, there’s still many things he will do to annoy you or make you angry. I will tell her to choose her battles wisely. Just because someone does something that makes you mad or annoyed and you get into a fight doesn’t mean you don’t love each other. In fact, I’ll say, fighting usually means that you care about each other! If someone means enough to you, you won’t let problems go unsolved, even if that means fighting. I’ll rub her cheek with my thumb and tell her that the best part of life is finding true love, and that she should never miss out on that, even if it means finding boys who don’t care about her the way they should first. Anyone who treats her wrong is just an example of who she shouldn’t look for in the future. Every guy that it “doesn’t work out” with is one that has showed her the way to the guy that it WILL work out with. My last words to my granddaughter will be something like, “Just remember, you will find someone who loves you the way your grandfather loves me. Never lose hope.”

  18. Being the grandmother, I would want to leave a lasting impression and a good one at that. I imagine myself telling a story like the notebook. I would feel too uncomfortable telling my granddaughter a crazy story of my life or making a life changing confession. I would start the story with how I fell in love (cliché, I know). I expect my granddaughter to be fairly young, so it would be like a real life fairy tale to her. Of course, I would fudge the story a little– assuming my life won’t be interesting enough to make a memorable story. I would have my granddaughter sit beside me as I began: “Once upon a time there was a young girl. She was going to a new school and did not know anyone. One day, she was walking and not quite paying attention she was almost swept off her feet by a boy riding a bicycle. The boy was in such a hurry that he did not even notice the poor girl, but she got a quick look of him. He was a tall quirky boy with a teal backpack. About a week later the same thing happened, but this time the boy noticed her and stopped before he could knock her over once again. Week after week they would encounter one another—finally he mustered up some confidence to say hello… and the rest was history. I would like this story to be something for my granddaughter to tell her friends and her children. Stories are best remembered when they are interesting. My hope would be for her to fully grasp the story at a young age and nothing to go over her head.

  19. The last story I would tell my Grandson would be my freshmen year on my high school baseball team. It would start with the bad news bears like team who couldn’t do a thing right. We couldn’t throw strikes, score runs, made errors all the time, and got screamed at by the old crusty Coach Macaluso. I would make it all sad for him to think jeez you guys were a terrible team. But all of a sudden after that Spring Break Saladino Tournament we hit it off. All of a sudden we could do all these things we couldn’t do at the start of the year. We were blowing out teams like it was nothing. Then I tell him how heartbreaking of a loss it was to loss in the finals in the tournament. Then right when I finish with the heartbreaker I excitingly explain the winning streak we had going into the district tournament being the under dog and wining it all. Hosting regionals at home all 3 times then going out to Port St. Lucie to play in the State Semi Final against Addison Russell (soon to be the 11th pick in the MLB Draft) in a thriller of a game. Our season came to an end but our team came a long way only to go back my senior year. Ending with a simple quote ” You can do anything you set your mind to”.

  20. I would pull my grand daughter onto my bed and I would tell her the story of a girl who followed her dreams. I would tell her that the girl started singing at age 4. How she went around classroom to classroom singing the ABCs to the different teachers. How she sang karaoke in Disney with the help of her cousin reading the words to her at the the age of 5. I would go on to say how happy she was when she got a solo in her 4th grade chorus class. How when she felt when she saw her mom sing and how she looked up to her. I would tell her about her first talent show she was in and how amazing it felt to perform in front of a large audience. How the girl found refuge from hard times in her singing. How much discouragement she got as she got older from her mom about doing it as a living. I would explain to my grand daughter that her mom was afraid she wouldn’t make it and end up like her. I would tell her of the emotions the girl felt when on stage and how at home she felt when she got into musical theatre. How being able to loose yourself in a character is one of the most exhilarating and gratifying experiences you can have as a performer. How she made life long friends from doing what she loves. How she stood up for what she wanted and told her parents she didn’t want to be a doctor or engineer. How she had a self realization that she was most likely not going to end up on Broadway. How she still decided that she would make performance apart of her career. How she chose to have a job that might not make her rich, but would certainly make her happy. And how every day of her life after that moment she has been sure that everything would work out one way or another. I would tell my grand daughter that this girl was and is me, and that she should follow her heart. I would tell her that happiness should always be her motivator, not money, and that I’m proud of the young lady she is growing up to be.

  21. As my grand daughter stands there, looking at my feeble body, I would gather the strength to tell her the story of the time I was six and realized how much my parents meant to me.

    One day, when I was six, I had gotten in trouble with my parents because I argued with them over why I wasn’t allowed to go to a my friends house for their birthday. It was the big party all my friends had been talking about for days, weeks it seemed. My parents had needed me to go to the dentist that day because it was the only day that fit into my schedule. The appointment was set up well in advance to the party, even though I didn’t seem to think so at the time. I yelled such hateful things at them. Awful things. “I hate you!” “You are the worst parents!” “I will never love you!” All this, because I couldn’t attend a birthday party. It seems almost silly to be that upset over such a thing. All my parents were trying to do was look after my health, it was in my best interest. I was so mad, I said such hateful things that I wish I could take back. This was not the first time I had said such things to my parents and they weren’t the last. I regret having said anything negative about my parents because they have only ever loved me unconditionally and looked after my best interests. The point of this story my granddaughter is, live your life so that when your time comes… you can say: “I have lived a life of no regrets.” Be loving to your parents, respect your elders, always be confident with your decisions in life; because: there can be nothing worse than ending up where I am now, looking back, wishing you could un-do a past that has haunted you for years. *Cough* *Cough* *Flat-line*

  22. As I lay in my deathbed the last thing I would tell my grandchildren is about work ethic . I would tell them that nothing earn is given . And if you want something you have to be willing to go get it . I would tell them that if something is easy in life then it is now worth working hard for . I would tell them about the people who actually gave up something so they could have an opportunity to be where they at now . I would tell them without struggle there is no success. So be ready to expect the struggle because when you defeat it you will become successful. I would tell them to make sure to enjoy life because you can only live it once . Try to get the better things out of life . Always shoot for the stars and never settle for less because you are worth more than what people think you are . Then I would finish it off by telling them how much I love them and to make me proud I’ll Be watching .

  23. Under these extremely hard circumstances I might not know what to say to my Grandmother other than this one story. She would find so much humor in this especially since my sisters and I have kept it hidden from my parents. About ten twelve years ago when I was 6, my older sister was 8 and my younger sister was 3, the three of us got ourselves into a somewhat bad situation. Our parents left for the night to see a broadway show in NYC so we were left with a baby sister. We didn’t mind this at all, we always loved having babysitters and this night my Grandmother was busy so she couldn’t watch us. We ate dinner, watched a movie played a few games and then suddenly my older sister came running upstairs with a box. The box was a volcano building set, which was not really something for us to be doing without our parents, or even in the house since cement was involved. Our babysitter wasn’t really paying attention to how significant the process of making this was. Anyway, we laid newspaper down all over the family room floor, which had white carpet and began following the directions. We had absolutely no idea what were doing, we were basically all toddlers. So we began building it and all of a sudden my sister spills a red solution all over the carpet. We all immediately begin to panic especially my babysitter. My mom who was somewhat a neat-freak was definitely going to kill us for this incident. So we started running around throwing everything out as we’re taking turns scrubbing at the stained carpet. After about two hours the carpet was left with a hint of pink and we slowly moved a rug over it so my mom wouldn’t notice. She almost never noticed until a week later when she was vacuuming. We all said we had no idea what it was from, we were only 3, 6 and 8 what could she do? From here she called my Grandmother to get a carpet cleaning service and the stain was eventually out. I wouldn’t tone this down a bit, it is twelve years later and my Grandmother loves crazy stories like this one!

  24. While in my deathbed about to take my last breath but before I do my adorable granddaughter asked for me to tell her a story. She looks at me with her beautiful big brown eyes and knows that I don’t have much time. She realizes that she knows the grandpa that used to take her for ice cream, she knows the man that would spoil her with Christmas presents, the sweet old man that would rub her booboo when she would fall and get hurt. She does not know the me of the past. I decide tell her about me. I tell her the story about high school. I tell her about my first high school party where I drunk so much “juice” I could not stand up. I tell her about how I spent that whole night hugging the toilet seat. Tell her about all the classes I skipped and still pulled off an impressive GPA. The nights on the beach with the bros sitting around the bonfire and laughing all night. Describe how horrible my first prom night was because I got kicked out of the after party. She laughs and then I begin to explain graduation and how it was the proudest moment of my life because I was the first person in my family to earn a high school diploma. With tears in her eyes and gripping my hand tightly she whispers in my ear “Thank you, I love you grandpa.” Then I pass away with a smile on my face knowing that my granddaughter knew her grandpa.

  25. My last story to my granddaughter would be about the changes I have had in my life. I would explain to her the struggles my parents faced in order to get me here and where our family came from. Moving from a whole different country to a place where there was more snow than friends. Most importantly I would explain to her how persistence has led to everything I have achieved. The unwanted changes in my life has shaped me into who I am today and gave me the opportunity to learn three languages which is something I never imagined happening. I would emphasize on the rough two years I had after moving here and explain to her the day I realized that I had to adapt to this new environment and be happy. Get up every day and remind yourself you are here for a reason, so make it count. Do everything you love, love the people you care about but most importantly don’t let anyone hold you back, because at the end of the day its your happiness that matters. No matter how hard the circumstances are, know that you can do it, motivate yourself. The ability to adapt to different environments is crucial; the day you are able to adapt you will be able to be whomever you want, wherever you want. Most importantly enjoy every single moment you have in this amazing place, because at the end of the day we are all going to meet at the finish line.

  26. If I were on my deathbed, and I had on last story to tell to my granddaughter I would probably make it a funny one. I would make sure the last memory she has of me and her family would be a humorous one. This way she would never forget her great grandmother and myself. I would tell her about the trip I took with my mother to Virginia one summer. It is probably my favorite tale to tell.
    So my mother is a Spanish teacher with a really thick Spanish accent. Her English is not the best but she tries her hardest. Anyways, upon our arrival to Virgin, we met up with my brother, Aaron, who studying at UVA, and my mom got very sick. She was super sick, practically past the point of no return, but she refused to be on bed rest during our trip. My brother decided to take us out that morning but he wouldn’t tell us where we were going. So there I am in flip flops, my mom is deathly ill and my brother decides to take us hiking! So we are climbing up the mountain and every five seconds we stop so my mom can ask me for my inhaler, which I didn’t have on me. An hour passes and we finally made it to the top, my brother and I are walking a little bit ahead of my mother and out of nowhere we hear a faint mumble. We turned around and find that the sound was coming out of my mother. She was clearly in a delusional state because all she kept saying were the cheesy expression on the Spanish stickers she put on her student’s graded papers. She would acknowledge herself for making it to the top, all she kept saying was “A PLUS”, “CHU GO MYRIAM”, “Aaron where is my recognition?!”, “I want my lemonade”. It was practically the funniest moment in my existence because my mom has no recollection of a word she said to us. This delusional state that my mother went through created the best story to tell at all the family gatherings.

  27. If I were laying on my deathbed I’d tell my granddaughter how I lived my life to the fullest. I would tell her I never turned down something that sounded like it would be fun. I would tell her to take risks, branch out, and be unique. Do things that you want to be remembered by. Do random things that you can call memories. Don’t live a life of “what ifs.” I would tell her the things I did in high school and college, my favorite memories. For example when my friends and I rented a cabin in the mountains over the summer in the mountains of Virginia for no reason. It was the best part of my summer and it was a random thing we did that we decided to do at the last minute. Also take random trips like that one, visit other colleges, keep in touch with your closest friends, and never let a good moment slip. Don’t live a life of regrets. Have purpose for everything you do and everything happens for a reason. God has a plan for everyone and if something doesn’t go your way or you don’t like the outcome of something, there is a reason behind it, a good reason.

  28. If I were to be laying on my death bed I would preach my granddaughter to always be happy. I would tell her that no matter what you do in life, do what makes you smile. Even if it does not coincide with what society wants. If it puts a smile on your face it do it. I would tell her to not rush growing up and to pursue her dreams. That life is not about making money, its about following your passion. I would tell her of the wild nights I spent in Tallahassee being reckless and stupid. How growing up is about making mistakes, that no one is perfect. I would go on to say to love as much as possible. To not be afraid to put yourself out their. Hopefully she will listen and go on to live a happy and healthy life.

    Zachary Anders

  29. On that inevitable day, I will look into my granddaughter’s innocent eyes, hold her gentle hands, and tell her all of the wonderful things this life offers her. I would start off by sharing one of my favorite quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson with her, “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” You can be anything you want to be. There is no set course laid out for you, no turn by turn directions to tell you where to go. That is your job, “you are the captain of your soul and the master of your fate.” No one else can tell you who to be or how to act. No one. Not your friends, not your teachers, not your parents, not me. You. Be the person who YOU want to be, who you are, and always will be. Yes, you’ll get hurt, but you will survive and become stronger because of it. Yes, you’ll make mistakes, a lot of them. But that is necessary because if you don’t know what’s wrong you will never know what’s right. And some things that seem right might be wrong and others that seem wrong my actually be right for you. So don’t be scared to make mistakes, be scared to not make them. Be scared to have regrets. You never want to look back and think “What if?” That’s the worst thing you can do… regret NOT doing something, regret NOT saying something, regret NOT standing up for being you. Truly you. The you that is deep inside you, the you without the outside influences, without the outside judgment, without the outside oppressors. Find the you that lives deep inside and bring her to life, she has always been there. Let the world see her and know her. Be true to yourself. I wish someone could have told me all of this when I was your age. I wish someone told me that life isn’t about pleasing everyone else. We need to live for ourselves not for everyone else because, in the end, it’s your happiness that matters.

  30. The last story I would tell my Granddaughter on my death bed would be a happy one filled with spontaneous adventure. I would tell her about the best summer of my life, summer of 2013. I worked at Warren Willis United Methodist Summer Camp all summer long and made some of my best friends. Each week about one thousand kids would come and we would run a life changing experience for them. I would tell her about the week I was on Work Crew, cooking everyones food and cleaning the whole camp. When we ran on so little sleep that we decided it would be a good idea to chug a Red Bull and 5-hour Energy and then lost our minds. I would tell her about the different cabins I lead each week with the different crazy campers who each individually touched my heart. I would also tell her about the many incredible moments and fun things we did with campers. The time I got to dress up and be a talk show host and had to get everyone pumped for a fake band that was going to perform the next day. When I dressed up like a pirate and leading elementary kids on a scavenger hunt while being chased by other counselors dressed as sharks trying to squirt the kids with water guns. When I got to go to the Camoflage Minivan concert and DJ Kitty After Party every friday night with Middle Schoolers. When my small group had a dance party without music on the dock and the small group the week before that had a spontaneous water ballon war. Most importantly I would tell her of all the craziness that happened on the weekends and when we weren’t with campers. One weekend when my two best friends and I all went to the mall and spontaneously got our second piercing in our ears. One Saturday where we played Candy Man and I feel and screwed up my knee, putting my in the Hospital until 5am, only to return and get on a bus to Daytona 2 hours later. The weekend that we all went to Rainbow River and acted like idiots, standing on tubes and singing obnoxiously. The many many many trips to Target where we acted like caged animals just released into the wild, running around screaming, like overstimulated freaks. I would tell her of all the wonderful people I now call my best friends, of all the crazy things that happens with campers and without campers, and I’d tell her of how working at Camp changed my life.

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