It is hard to take in the fact that appamma is no longer with us. She had greatly contributed to building me up into the person I am today. There are so many great qualities that I have learned from her, like being gentle, kind, caring, and appreciative to those around you. Although we have cherished many memories together, it is tough to know we won’t share memorable moments anymore. I remember like it was yesterday, when we would watch TV together all night or devour the chocolate bars appamma bought from the pharmacy. The memories of us travelling together still remain fresh in my mind. When I was in kindergarten, it was appamma who dropped and picked me up from school. Even though for the last few years she lacked the ability to cook for
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
Foster care purpose is to provide temporary housing for children who have been removed from their home due to neglect, abuse or any other act that deemed the home or parent unfit. Not only does a human service workers work provide counseling for children that have been placed in foster care, but it is also important for them to work with the biological parents and provide support to the foster parents. You mentioned in your post that clients must be fully engaged in order to receive a positive outcome. Biological parents must be willing to receive all the resources available from human services specialist in hopes to be reunited with their child and prepare them for the transition and immediately placed back in the home. Achieving
There isn’t one person in this world who isn’t damaged. But, there are more damaged people out there than others. Inman being one of them. A damaged person could’ve had a rough past or is going through a rough patch in their life. It is their choice whether or not they strive afterwards and be a hero or if they let it drag them down into a pit of despair. Inman sort of let himself go into that pit. When you think of a mythological hero, you think of someone who was a savior during a war, someone who battles through a rough time. Usually the hero will have some disasters during their journey and will receive help from supernatural sources. Inman was a deserter not a savior, he wanted to go to Cold Mountain, to find himself. During the war he didn’t do anything extraordinary. Inman faced a lot of setbacks on his journey to Cold Mountain, breaking him beyond repair. Unlike Odysseus in “The Odyssey”, where he was a war hero and was trying to get back to his family.
The capital of Washington is Olympia, thought that was not always its name. In fact, for four years between the founding of Olympia, 1846, and 1850, Olympia was called Smithster, named after two people named Smith and Sylvester who were early inhabitants of Olympia. The name was changed because of the scenic Olympic Mountains creating a nice view north of the city. In 1853, Isaac Stevens appeared as Washington's first territorial governor. Isaac seemed to be a very bright man, and very able. He was first in his class in graduation, and he proved himself to be hardworking and able to handle many tasks given to him at the same time. Truly a first governor to be proud of, even if he was a little short. The current capitol building of Olympia did not appear until 1928, but the one before it was built from 1880 to 1882 and served as the town's courthouse until 1905, when it was made the Capitol building.
Over the next few days, we took it easy. I went back to work. My mom was getting worse as each day went on with a few good days in between, of course. We ended up moving my niece Lexi’s birthday up a few days because we wanted to make sure my mom would be there for it. She, my mom, couldn’t talk as well anymore, but she made the effort to sing for her granddaughter. The day before my niece’s actual birthday, my mom passed away. Her wish had come true, too. She had wanted my dad to be the only one in the room when she went.
One of life’s most drastic obstacles is the aftermath of the death of a beloved. I found myself in the grieving process most recently when my grandmother passed away a few years ago. My grandma and I were very close and I spent a lot of time with her baking, solving puzzles and enjoying each other's company. This was a very tough time for me as this was my last grandparent on my mother’s side. Having an emotional reaction to this loss was understandable since we had such a close relationship. Even though this was a challenge for me I was faced with the
It was August 8th of 2013 when my dad got a call from my Aunt Theresa. She urged him to come over to her house because she had devastating news. The car ride to her house was quiet. The weather was gloomy, the sky was filled with dark cumulus clouds.When we pulled up to my Aunt’s house, the adults were organized into a small circle. My uncles were supporting my grandma, however, I thought nothing of it. My parents had told me to go inside because they had a matter to attend to. I went inside to hang out with my cousins. I saw them a couple days before, but the feeling of happiness never subsides when I see them.
Shortly after, “yesterday” was dominated by my great-grandmother and her grim condition. I already knew that my granny wasn’t doing so well because she was in hospice. So, I called off on a Friday so I could be with her. I remember it was me, my mom, my grandmother, and of course - my granny. Four perfect generations of my family in one room. My mom was sitting about a yard away from her on the right and my grandmother was holding her hand on the left. I was about a yard and a half away from the foot of her bed. My mother and grandmother kept saying “I love you Grandma” or “I love you Mommy” about a million times. Each time, my grandma would open her mouth and outstretch her neck. My grandma thought she could hear us, but I figured it was because
During the past few days, many of our friends and family have come to our home to show their love for us and for Arlyn. I have been especially moved by the fact so many of her teachers and principals have shown up and cried with us. I am also touched by the love her young friends had for her. Our memories of this sad time in our lives will therefore not all be bad.
I’ve always been numb to death, never experienced the emotion that is grief. When my grandfather died I was too young to care, too little to understand. The day that one of our closest family friends died a few months ago, I didn’t even shed a tear. It isn’t the death that hurts, it’s the fact that I can’t seem to remember them. I’ll never be able to recall my grandfather’s voice as he read to me on the old, leather recliner he loved so much. Not remember all of the names of Jolene’s flowers in the garden we spent days working on. I can’t remember, and the recollections will continue to fade until I reach the point where their faces become blurry, and the only thing left of them is a name of someone I used to care for. The death of my dog Cade wasn't the most ground-shaking, heart-shattering moment, but the things I've learned from it are immeasurable.
Having someone in your life that you consider special is a wondering feeling. And when this person has played so many different roles throughout my life it’s a magnificent feeling for her to feel so accomplished and so admired. When I think back to everything I’ve done I can’t look over the fact that the reason I did it is because she made me the fantastic person I am. I’m glad she passed all the things on to me and I hope I can do the same to next generations. The traditions that we have created are known throughout my entire family and I’m glad that we were both a part of them. She is an extraordinary person and I look forward to all the great memories I still have left with her to create. My Grandma is with out a doubt the most influential person in my life and I’m so grateful for her presence.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
I’m going to write about the day I lost someone most important in my life. John Doe, my dad was a very hardworking person, he never missed a day of work and was always willing to do anything for anyone. He was so energetic always so happy and was rarely mad. I feel blessed that I was raised by a wonderful person like him and hope to follow my dad’s footsteps one day. I would always refer myself as daddy’s girl and for quite a while I don’t know what got into me, but I never seemed to get along with my mom. It was always my dad I wanted to be with. The right words never came across my mind when being around my mom.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,