It was August 11 a week before I started the last year of middle school. The slight buzzing noise came from my phone caught my attention. The text I saw changed my family forever. The text, the calls, and the tears made me realize my grandma was really gone. It was a normal friday with my mom, laughter, jokes, and joy. It was about 11:00 at night and my brother sean, my mom, and I were laughing, making jokes, and having a great time. We were watching a video and laughing until our stomach hurt and we had headaches. The laughter filled the air as my face turned red and tears of joy rolled down my face. The buzzing of my phone as it moved across the table got my attention. I grabbed it not in a hurry because I thought that it was on of my friends …show more content…
My cousin wouldn't text me at 11:15 at night. I read the text and looked up at my mom and brother. They knew something was up. It didn't process for awhile until after I told them. I was in shock and didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe my grandma had passed. As my mom and brother hugged me it settled in. I realized she was gone. Tear filled my eyes and my knees got weak and shaky. The salty warm tears ran down my face like a waterfall and I layed down on my moms bed. My mom and brother sat with me. “It will be okay.” my mom half smiling with tears in her eyes said in a soft spoken …show more content…
“Fine. What about you?” I was worried about him. I knew he regretted not coming out here from New Mexico to see her before she left. I felt bad. I didn't want him to spend his birthday in grief and sorrow. “I'm okay.” His voice sounded like it was coming through layers of wet rags. His throat sounded clogged with tears. I finished talking to him. My heart hurt as I did. It felt like it was about to break or even stop it rhythmic beating in a split second. I soon fell asleep to the salty tear running down my face hoping it was just a nightmare. The next 5 days were jumbled with a million things. Saturday morning we found out the funeral was going to be on the 16th. Sunday we went to go get me something to wear to the funeral. I wasn't really in the mood to. We went and got an outfit the entire time I wanted to go home and sleep. Finally after 2 hours my mom and I found something. We went home and I flopped on the floor done with it all. Finally the 16th came. I woke and got dressed. We got there early because we were close family. I was glad to see Austin and my other brother joey who I don't see often
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
The day after my birthday. I drove home from a regular night at work, smelling like the french fries and burgers that I served to the Wendy’s guests just half an hour earlier. It wasn’t that late, only 10 pm. The lights were still on downstairs, which meant my mother wasn’t quite in bed yet. I walked into the front door and looked into the empty living room.
When my mother got that phone call saying that my grandma had died earlier that morning, the unforgettable pain and emotions hit me harder than I expected. I was shocked and speechless at first, and my mind couldn’t comprehend the idea that my grandma was truly dead. It seemed if I had pressed a button to make the whole world around me to stop for just a minute. At that moment, I felt my soul leaving my body, and all I could do was watch.
A flurry of heavy tears raced down my face. After the death of my parents my grandmother moved in with me. She became my mother, my father, and my therapist. My grandmother helped me go back to school and then eventually get a job at the local grocery store. She helped me heal and forget about the tragic event and sooner rather than later I began to feel like I never had parents to begin
I was too scared to touch the bait that we had to put on the hook for the fish so my dad had to bait my hook plus my sister’s hook. I was standing about 5 feet behind my sister, she decided to toss her fishing line into the water and went she went to throw it, the hook had got caught in my cheek. My sister had thought what was going on since the hook did not go forward as she was tugging. She turned around to see what was happening and she had saw me with my hand on my cheek.
During the summer going into tenth grade, my life changed drastically which helped shape me into the person I am today. On June 14, 2014, I lost my mom. Her death was an apparent overdose of narcotics. In my mind, things like that only happened
In 5th grade I started off with an amazing year and I never thought it could turn to the worst. I had good grades a playful and loving dog and an amazing nice family. In that year we were just a little sad that our dog was very old and knew he was going to die soon but we still made the best of his last year by loving him as much as possible. That next week when I thought everything was going great my mom sat
I watched anxiously as each tear roll down his face, for what seemed like an eternity. The silence was shattered by the sobbing of my brother, he was only five. Experiencing this was the hardest, but most life changing experience of my life. Knowing that she’s alive but having the grief of a loss. I felt like she was gone but also knew she was alive.
As I was packing up my bedding and books, I came across my old yearbooks from years past. I wanted to cry, but for some reason I didn’t. We had decided to stay with my grandma during the move so we could go ahead and start school. We had unpacked about 2 weeks worth of clothes while we stayed at my grandma’s. It was fun staying at my grandma’s.
Many of you may be wondering what that event was. I know not all of you have had this happen to you but for those of you who it has happen, you know that it stinks. What happened was that my beloved grandma passed away. Her passing wasn’t sudden, but it still shook me hard. I was filled with many sad emotions.
The atmosphere was filled with grief and a sense of divide because she was the glue that held the family together. The sadness that filled the room made me vulnerable in a moment that I felt I should have been the strongest. I was young and had no clear understanding of the meaning of death. It was my first funeral and eventually became my last. The coldness of the air was overpowering that quickly dried the tears that appeared on my face.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
So then my first reaction was quite calm but after my parents went to their room and slept I started remembering all the good moments and started tearing up and I felt like a soldier who had just lost at war but I knew he was in a better place now. Then finally at around 6 am I was able to sleep.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.