yet another morning. Other than that, the day was pretty slow and boring, in gym class toward the end of the day, Camryn had left to go to her appointment. Just when I thought everything was going pretty good, Camryn has been sick and not at school, which left me worried and sad to not have her in my classes sitting right next to me as if she were my right hand. The next day around the same time, I received the text. “I have cancer” that’s all it said. Choir was about to begin and my heart sunk, deep into my stomach. All my feelings for this world, everyone and especially this girl has gotten to me and turned into great big tears of terrible feelings. I left the room and went to sit out into the hall for a little while. I sat down against the …show more content…
I couldn’t believe the sweetest girl on planet earth had to go through that. Why does she have to go through this, I couldn’t believe it. As I slowly re-entered the choir room, what seemed like millions of unstoppable eyes toward me helped me to my seat. I began to follow along listening to the song, whispers from all around me “ Mere what’s wrong” “Are you okay Mere” “Oh my gosh Murdif what’s wrong”. All I said back was “I’ll be okay thanks”, after the passing period bell set off a great loud ding. I picked up my phone, still in shock I put my folder away and headed to the door looking at my phone. Camryn had texted back saying “Please don’t tell anyone, I don’t want anyone to know about me yet”. I walked to my eighth hour class and sat down and right in a blink of an eye a ton of my friends were surrounding my desk. The word has spread and now it seems like everyone knows I was crying in choir class. I talked to them before class started, still in tears with powerful over taking emotions I didn’t say much to anyone and went on about my business. After that boring class we went to seminar for a couple minutes to take roll and go outside for fun friday, I really didn’t want to do …show more content…
It was so strange to walk in without a greeting from my great Grandma and Grandpa, then it was odd not seeing Grandmas huge smile and big plate of cookies. And now I can’t see any of that. I couldn’t tell how I felt or what has gotten me I just knew that no matter where he is or where I am, he will always be with me in my heart. After our scrumptious meal, we are headed to an evening service, a safe, welcoming, depressing, yet relaxing place to say our goodbyes to such a lovely man, to cherish every moment he has blessed with us in the past, to authorize the fact he will always be with us until we join him. I look at him, tears rolling from my face in an instant, he just didn’t look the same. Worn out and sick, I couldn't believe it. I breath in the smell of an amazing meal, the scent of everyone's great fragrances. Sad and happy tears both filled my eyes in a weird way. Bright and early the next day, I put on my long, silky soft dress and headed to the early service for the funeral. That was certainly one to remember, I will never forget this day. Cancer takes the best of those amazing people who enter your life, they’re the ones you can never forget. Behind each pair of eyes at the funeral to honor my great grandpa was a great, sentimental feeling. I never knew there were so many kinds of love, or that love could do so many things to people, I never knew there were so many different ways
Losing a family member to cancer is like getting hit in the face with a load of bricks. Going through the process is like a never ending journey to hell, especially after the death. I am constantly reminded of the little things, pleasant and spiteful. The love in my heart for my grandmother caused me to experience the most pain in my life.- cancer is an insanely draining, vindictive, not to mention an-emotional rollercoaster.
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
Before I go on to celebrate my mother and what she stood for I must share with you the reality of what life was like for my mother and the family since she was first diagnosed with cancer in October. Of course, nobody suffered more than my mother, but Dad you’re definitely second. We all shared my mother’s pain. It was like we were all on trial.
The next few days were hard, we tried to forget what was ahead of us. It was like Lauren and I both were battling cancer, just affected by it in different ways.
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
I am writing this to you on the anniversary of my father's passing, out of a deep concern for your future. My desire is that, by reading this, you may avoid some of the pain that my generation has experienced. Many things have come and gone in my lifetime, for God has granted me a long 60 years. I wish to tell you all that I have experienced, before I too pass on, that you may learn from the mistakes of the past, and that our losses may not be in vain.
As my family planned the funeral over the next few days, we began reminiscing about our time with my mom. This made me realize that I never take any of the time I spent with her for granted and I will cherish every moment I had with
Getting ready to walk into Anna’s hospice room, my anxiety level was escalating. Saying a quick prayer, I asked God to help me find the right words to comfort Anna and her family. Upon knocking on her door, a young lady in her middle 20’s answered the door. Opening the door for me, she informed me Anna was her grandmother and she would like me just to sit with her and that she would return after work. And she left. No get to know you introduction here, very formal, matter of fact, serious kind of girl. No one was going to invade her space. Oh well, I thought, I’m here to help Anna, hopefully Julie will open up later.
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 felt a wave of heartache pass through me, and I could tell that my mom was on the verge of crying. Despite her passing, I thought of all of the great memories that my grandma and I had. I could recall one of the best
The Funeral Mass started like any other. As I prepared the Altar with the necessary sacramental vessels, I took a second to peer out from the sacristy to see the congregation. Unlike any funeral I had served before then, the congregation was overflowing with family, teachers, and friends. Then it was time for the
I remember all of us, the young and the old, holding each other’s hand. We were united and strong, as the whole family would stand together and hope for the best. Even in that dark hour, it was beautiful to see all of us come together. My grandpa was the foundation and patriarch of that family, but it was time that we stayed positive for him. After the prayer, it dawned on me; there would be a time when my grandfather is not here anymore. The only thing that will remain is the memories, stories, and ideals he has inspired in me. He is a great man, who I deeply appreciate to have learned from in my life. A year later, I was very grateful to learn his cancer had gone away after a successful surgery. He went back to work and continued his usual routine. The whole situation made me want to treasure every single moment I have with my grandpa, and makes me appreciate all the time I spent with him during my younger years. This interview was something special, as it let me garner a better understanding of my grandfather. He is a good man, and the story of his life is absolutely worth learning
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
...ry service were beautiful. Everyone that spoke had something nice to say and somehow I found enough strength in my self to get up and read prayer that his parents had asked me to read.
I finally had to eat something light before my stomach ate itself, although I don’t know that I was fully hungry, or if I was just nervous, either way I ate a chopped up apple and yogurt with granola being very careful to not ruin my makeup. After eating a light breakfast the moment I had dreamed of as a child came, putting on my wedding dress. I had been waiting for that moment for such a long time, theres something magical about trying on your wedding dress the day of the wedding, it makes everything feel complete and whole. When I looked in the mirror looking back at me was a beautiful young woman that was full of excitement and happiness that made me get emotional, I had to force back tears for I didn’t want to look like a clown with makeup running down my face. By that time my aunts and uncles showed up to celebrate with the bride and make a toast. The pink champagne was so satisfying when it went down my throat, it felt cool and light that I could’ve easily had another glass, but I wanted to pace myself I still had a long day ahead of me. The photographers wanted to do pre ceremony pictures outdoors which was awful due