What made it worse was that I did not have a good friend who could support me and understood what I was going through and how much pain I was in. it was overwhelming, and I couldn’t think about anything else. As a result, my behavior was becoming abnormal, and my thoughts were disordered. After a while, I started not to show up for classes because I was still in shock and couldn 't concentrate on anything .After a while , I realized that I 'm dishonoring my brother by doing that, so I decided to make some changes by firstly going back to school. As I remember, it took me almost one year before I went back to school after his
I could see there was a spot of blood on the floor right where my grandpa died and the paramedics had tried to revive him to no avail. The truth hit me like a freight train, and I began to cry. I did not stop crying until I fell asleep at about two o’ clock the next morning. I did not know what ...
I wouldn’t know what to do without him. Now that he has had a lot of trouble with his eye health, I need to be there for im always. I will never forget this obstacle in my life seen my dad sick is the worst thing a son or daughter can go through. I saw him suffer for two to three years ago. I didn’t know about his eye health complications until one day I decided to go with him to the doctor.
Aunt Robin saw that dad was paler than normal, like as what as this paper. She called the ambulance as fast as she could. They came and dad was reluctant to go but Robin convinces him to go and I went to Robin’s house. Then the very next day was school. I hated that I had to go to school while my dad was in the hospital.
He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, that was what was causing ... ... middle of paper ... ... It took me a while to go outside or anywhere with anyone since they wanted me to have fun, but in my eyes I felt like I was betraying my father by having a good time instead of being sad. Me and my dad’s birthdays are both in June his is seven days before mine, and This May 29, 2014 will count 8 months without him. Even today I don’t like to hear anyone speak of my dad, the memory still makes me cry as if it happened yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dad or saying a rude comment it makes me just want to tell the person that I would do anything to have one more day with my dad.
We had so many plans so many expectations for the holidays. Unfortunately, things went south for us. We took my brother to the hospital to get him checked because his condition wasn’t improving. After an hour or two of sitting in the waiting room, the doctor came out and said that he was in a grave condition and needed to get transported immediately to San Antonio. At the time my mother 's expression showed sadness.
Rushing over to the hospital my grandfather was at, I got another call from my father. “He’s gone Travis” is all my father said as he cried his eyes out on the other side of the line. I couldn 't have stomped my foot on that break any harder, screeching to a stop in the middle of an intersection I started to ball. This is the moment I thought I was never going to have, the moment that my grandfather had witnessing the Pearl Harbor attack, the moment I realized I had to fight for my
She told me it was a scary sight, and if I didn?t think I could handle it that I should stay home. I was overwhelmed with fear and grief at that moment that my mind just stopped working. I remember thinking all I wanted was to be with my mom and my dad. I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect.
The one person I believed would be there for me no matter what had shut the door on me; I felt alone. I finally went up to him after days of going through this by myself and asked him what his problem was, and he looked at me with confusion what do you mean. I said well I told you I had some news, and you wouldn 't give me the time of day to talk to you. I began to cry, and I started to tell him I had cancer. The misunderstanding was on other occasions we had communicated.
He said that he did not want us to walk in the room like he did. He had walked into a room where he thought his mother was okay but instead she was dead. When he told us that she had passed away all of our hearts dropped. I remember us all bawling and howling loudly. A few of the nurses had to assist us to her room, some of us could barely walk.