I was still in elementary school when they both passed away. So I was still young and didn’t really understand what was going on, I was only 8 and 10 when they both passed. So it was around two years in between the two. Looking back to it I couldn’t believe what my dad and my uncles and aunt had to go through losing both of their parents in such a sort period of time. I could tell a difference with my dad for a good while. He was the youngest and he helped a lot with my grandfather’s farms up until they both died, so that the is reason why it hurt him the most out of all the kids. My grandmother was sick for couple of years before she pasted, my dad told me he knew she was going downhill and didn’t have much time left. She was on a lot of …show more content…
It was two days after Father’s Day when he passes and we got him a new dog, because his old dog just died. So when he passes we ended up getting the puppy back and we still have it to this day, but when he past he was on his way to my house (we were putting wood flooring in one part of the house and he wanted to come over and help) next day came around we were waiting for him to come, he said he would be over in the morning, but he never did, so my dad called my uncle because he lives the closes to him. He went up to the house to check on him. Then he went into the house and he couldn’t find him, then he went back outside and saw something in his truck so he walks over and he seen him sitting in the seat and he wouldn’t answer or anything so my uncle called 911. They came and took him to the hospital and he called my dad and his other brother and sister. My parents left my sister and I at my …show more content…
I think the hardest time was when the funeral came. It was hard see all of your family member crying all the time, and not being able to talk to him and to tell him good bye for the last time. I also had a baseball tournament the same day as the funeral for a travelling team. It was a hard decision to stay or go play my dad said I could do either one that if I wanted to go play he would take me. After thinking I decided to stay and go to the next tournament and my dad was okay with that. I think the hardest part about after their death is how it split up my family. I’ve never talked or saw two of my uncle sense, and haven’t seen a lot of my cousins either. The main reason is because my grandfather left a lot of his money and business and farms up to my dad to split up or keep and they didn’t like that, but over the years now my family has gotten closer and closer and I hope sometime in the future we all can get back together as one family again. I miss my grandparents every day and I think about them every
during his teen-age years in the period from about 1979 to 1984. I was in my
Although I endured a similar experience, I had a totally different reaction when my father died in 2006. I could not be by his side because of extenuating circumstances, but I was emotionally distraught and concerned with my father’s passing
I was in fourth grade when my mother switched me into a different school. I had no idea that I was moving until I
My mother and brother were with me, taking it all in themselves. My brother was 10 and not a very serious person. I didn’t think it would affect him very much. My mother was a different story. She was about to lose her last living parent, the one she was close to, and although I couldn’t see it physically, I know her heart broke into billions of pieces at the sight. My grandmother, who had turned 88 less than a month before, was diagnosed with pancreatitis not even a week before and was now going to be taken off life support. Several of her organs had failed already, including her kidneys, so my aunt had been forced to make the hardest decision of her life.
age of seven. That was the same that his father left him. We discussed a lot of things in class and
It was the winter of my Junior year. My mom recently found out that my grandfather
I was seven years old when my Mom had told me the bad news that would change my life completely. My mom had told me that are family would be moving from California to North Carolina. Well it was hard to take it in because all of my close relatives lived near the west coast at the time and my mom and dad were split up and it was just me my older sister Samantha, my little brother Evan, my mom Saline, and my step dad Robert. So it was hard thinking that I wouldn’t be able to see them as much.
When I was 4 years old my grandpa, on my dad’s side of the family, passed away. He had colon cancer which had spread to his liver. At the time I did not understand what had happened, but as I grew older I started to understand that life is temporary and should be treasured by everyone. I still miss my grandpa and would give any...
Losing someone close to you is one of the hardest things to go through. It can impact someone 's life so much as to leaving the person depressed and not wanting to do anything anymore just out of grief. For example, my uncle passed away not to long ago because of cancer. It really slapped me in the face when I finally realized that he was gone. His death had a great impact on my life.
Many people do not make it to this stage and they continue to dwell within the walls of grief never knowing that there is a chance to move on and be happy. I do not think my mother would have bounced back as quickly after my father’s death if it had been for the family she had surrounding her. My oldest daughter had her first daughter, so my mother had her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren to help her overcome the loss of my father (Axelrod).
My parents had go to Switzerland the week after for the funeral and the family. We had school going on and my parents decided to leave us with friends and go by their own. I stayed at a very good friend of mine, and my sister at one hers. They left and, where going to stay there at least a week. The time I spent there was really hard. Not only because the most helpful people I could have been with where away but I kept on having flashbacks.
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
...turned 80. It really didn't hit me as much as it was happening because I was about 13 when this happened. It affected me more after the fact that it happened. Now that I’m older I wish I had spent more time with her since she was the grandparent I was most close to. I cried for about 3 months after she died because it hit me that she would never see me graduate, get married, or anything of that kind. I couldn’t get over that she was gone and I still think of her from time to time and how much I miss her. Smoking not only kills a person but it emotionally kills their families.
It was a week before Valentines Day in 1987. I was nine years old and