I’ll see you when I get there I knew the moment was coming, but I wasn’t ready for what I was about to be told, no matter how prepared I was to hear it, I wasn’t ready to accept it. I had received a text from my mom while I was sitting in my room, “come outside your dad and I have something we need to tell you”. “Haley, I got a call from my mom while I was leaving the football game.” Said my dad “Okay, and what did she have to say?” I said “I think you know what she had to say.” He said, I just stared at him, I knew what my grandma had said, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to confirm that the worst thing that had happened to me did in fact, happen. “Okay, Haley brace yourself”, he paused and took a deep breath “Grandma Ditlevson …show more content…
After he had sat with her, he got up and walked away to stand near the door. I sat in the chair next to her bed and the first thing I did was grab her hand, I dropped my head down because I knew our time was coming close to being done, what no one understands is how much of an impact she had on my life. There may have been an 83 year age difference between her and I, but she was my mentor, my story teller, my care provider, she gave me the best advice, she cooked the best food, she was the one I always aimed to make proud, but most of all she was my best friend. “It’s okay to cry, sweetie” said my dad. I didn’t want to cry though, that’s not what grandma would have wanted, but I couldn’t help it, I started to cry a little. How was my dad not crying yet? How could he stay so strong, he was much closer to her than I was, but somehow he managed to stay strong throughout all of it. I sat by her for probably 15 minutes holding her hand, I stood up, hugged her, whispered into her ear “I love you great grandma and I’ll see you when I get there”, I kissed her cheek and turned to leave the room. My dad was standing behind me and I walked into his arms and started crying, I couldn’t handle knowing that this could be the last time that I
“James… when will we see Mama again?” I asked him. I knew he had something else to tell me, but I still asked. And every time I did, I got the same response.
When I looked at you, I had nothing but honor and respect towards you. You were always someone who I could look up to and come to for advice when I needed someone to talk to. You looked at me as a grand-daughter and I saw you as a grandfather. I was just getting ready to come see you celebrate my first baseball win as the lead pitcher when my mother got the call. When she told me you passed away, I couldn’t breathe. I just stood there numb and in shock. I didn’t want to believe it. When it finally sank in, the tears were pouring down my face. I couldn’t control them. I felt like I just had my heart ripped out of my chest. Losing you was the most devastating experience I ever had. I was only 12 years old and never experienced a loss of a loved
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
In the morning my father was there to drive us to school. I didn’t ask about the argument that I had heard the night before. I just figured somethings were better left alone. I could tell by my father’s face that he was upset. In all my fourteen years I had never seen him this upset accept for the night that my grandfather died.
The story about I Martranika Gross, called changing my life. It all begin with many ideals that I had in mind to become while changing my life so my daughter will fix in. First was continue my education at Strayer University and a journey to follow. Next, becoming a role model with a pathway lay out for my daughter, a showing her not to stay you can’t to become successful. Finally, overcome obstacles first you have to have faith within yourself, and the key word is knowledge.
Although I am only sixteen years old and in the eleventh grade of high school, many things have influenced me and caused me to be the person that I am today. I hope that these things will continue to help me be a better person and influence me as my life continues. Some of the things that have influenced me have been church, my family, my friends, and school.
It was new years day, and the sun had just arisen when I felt this feeling inside me saying, what am I doing here, but even more importantly, how would I get out. The realization was scary, but I know that without it, my life would not have been at where it is now. I feel that with this experience, my mentality grew and now I see the world in a different way. It all started in high school, where I felt that all the attention I got during that time was for the façade that was reverted to the people, and not the real me because no one knew the real me. I had to lie about everything I had done and who I am just because one lie lead to another. The area I grew up in has really impacted my life in both positive and negative ways. For one, it helped
As I reflect on this topic, I think about how the path my life took must be nothing compared to the person sitting next me in my government class. I often wonder if the path they dreamed about growing up changed as much as mine did. Have they had to experience the adversities in life that I have had to? While everyone has his or her own unique trials and tribulations, I realize everything I’ve been through has helped shape me into the person I am today.
Before you met me, I was a wreck and things were pretty heavy around me. But now, together, we are a beautiful wonderful wreck as our lives have been permanently intertwined whether we like it or not. Between you and me, there is always some sort of pushing and pulling. Most of the time, it consisted of me pushing you away and you pulling me back in from the depths of my own fear and anxiety. On my part that 's what makes you perfect for me. But we weren’t perfect together, we were far from it. There always something going on with me, even when I didn’t. I was always shrouded in some sort of a lie, a protective layer of myself that I don’t let people see. I never wanted them to see how broken and fucked up I truly was. So I only let them see
There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
When I ask myself what I have learned over the summer my mind kind of does a 180 backflip. I feel like I have learned so many different things that it is challenging to pinpoint it, or even know where to start. However, I guess the first thing that pops into my mind is attitude.
Some memories are best forgotten, but it takes courage to go through them. Often, I wish to forget the day when I almost lost my parents in a tragic car accident. As my world came crumbling down, I prayed and hoped that the nightmare would soon end. I endlessly fought the sense of helplessness, isolation and fear of the uncertainty. I was 19 and clueless. Nevertheless, I sailed through these dreadful days and welcomed my parents home after six long months. In the months that followed my parent’s return, I juggled between taking care of my parents, graduating college and adjusting to my new job. Almost 10 years later, this dark phase still has a phenomenal impact on me. Perhaps, because this specific experience transformed me into a grateful,
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
People dont change; we just learn more about who they want to be. I was 11; It was the ending of fall, beginning of winter. My brother was five was at the time and we lived here in small town Cresco. We lived a normal family life. My mom worked at Donaldsons at night and my dad was working at McNeilious. I took care of my brother alot, had to watch, play, and be with him alot. We grew close when we were young. My dad would get home at 5:30 every night and we would have supper. Things were good. Although at night I would hear my parents fight about money, that all my mom cared about. She didnt care for anything else. It came to November 2nd, 2011 my moms birthday. I was making pancakes for her and she was in the shower and getting ready for