There I hope for everyone on this earth, young and old. At one point in my life I did not feel that there was any hope for me. For me growing up was nothing that I expected it to be. My life was not the greatest I had a lot of loose, which made life interesting for me. It took years and a lot of sorrow for me to realize that they way I was going about life the wrong way and it was no going to bring me much happiness or peace. The reason that I realized this was my Grandma Piatz died unexpectedly. This memory still makes me cry because she was a grandma who loved seeing her grandkids and always going to church. I can still remember dropping off my sister at school and seeing my Grandpa’s blue truck sitting outside the church and a smile would …show more content…
It all starts on a Saturday well that may not be true, I cannot remember what day it was, but it was on the weekend. My family and I were at home doing very exciting things such as homework or watching TV. When at some point we get a call from my Grandma Piatz who had fallen in her kitchen and could not get up. The funny thing was that she had to use a sock just to get the phone down to call my parents. They left my sister and I stayed at home. They took her to the emergency room while me and my sister watched TV and I played on the laptop. While we were having the time of our lives without our parents waiting to see if she was going to be ok. It may seem like we do not care, but we were worried. That is not fun just sitting around and waiting to hear if your Grandma is going to be ok. Later on, my father had come home to tell us was that because of the fall that she may have hurt her hip. We still were not sure as to what had happened, but in the end my father took us out to eat at Pizza Hut while my mother stayed with her mother because they were going to transfer to a room soon. We did save some food for her so that she could have …show more content…
I woke up the next morning going about the day as if nothing had happened. That sounds bad, but we did go to visit her when we could. I only got to visit her once after she had been moved to the nursing home. I also only visited her once while she was in the hospital. We had no clue that God would take her from this earth. My mom would visit her as many times as she could and would take us when we were not busy. She also would have her good days where she was not nauseous and she would have the days when she was
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.
“Our horse chestnut [tree] is in full bloom, thickly covered with leaves and much more beautiful than last year.”
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving. I was out of work at the time so I got up around nine o’clock. I wasn’t feeling well, like I had eaten something that just was not agreeing with me. So I rolled out of bed and went downstairs. My girlfriend and her mom were at the kitchen table working on decorations for the party they were hosting for the holiday.
It was just an ordinary September day of school for me, but I had no idea it was about to turn into one of the worst days of my life. I was a senior in high school at this time so I got out of school around noon. When I got home, my mom broke the news to me: my aunt was diagnosed with Stage IV brain cancer. None of the family knew that her condition was this bad. We just knew that my aunt had been having headaches quite often. But the news got worse. The doctors were
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
My sister sat down and laid my head on her lap, I wanted to know everything would be okay and it felt like she was all I had left. She rubbed my head and told me it would be okay, that she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us. I trusted her, she had no way of knowing it would be okay, she wasn’t that much older than me. We needed our dad to tell us, but nobody would tell us when that was going to
That was one of the worst rides of my life. Rachel and her mother told me my grandma had passed out at church. Rachel had tried to run and catch me before I left, but it was too late, I was already gone. A million thoughts raced through my mind such as was she hurt or would she have to stay in the hospital a while, but death never crossed my mind.
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.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
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.
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.
What is hope? Desmond Tutu said, “Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness.” It whispers, “You’ll overcome this hardship.” It reassures us, soothing our minds by reminding, “life will improve.”
This experience was the hardest on me emotionally. As a child, you view your parents as almost invincible and losing them is never a thought that crosses your mind. After my mom had surgery, the procedure caused peritonitis, which is a very severe complication. At the time, I feared losing my mom, but Christ gave me peace in the situation. “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me” (KJV, Phil. 4:13). Through the power of prayer and God, my mom survived the emergency surgery. Even the medical bills were miraculously provided for by many gifts from family and friends. “Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” (Jeremiah 33:3). The possibility of losing a parent was the most difficult experience of my life; however, during this trial, I experienced enourmous growth in Christ. After my mom healed from her surgery, God called my father to Source of Light Ministries in Madison, Georgia. My family moved to Madison, which is where I would spend the next seven years of my life. My spiritual growth continued a little slower throughout those peaceful
It was a Sunday morning. We got the call from the convalescent home. I went up with my mother and brother. As I walked in, I remember seeing him in the bed. He just looked so peaceful; it was the best thing that could have happened. Even so, death is terrible no matter what the condition of the person. No one is prepared to accept death no matter what, where or how it happens.
Around the age of 6 my mom was hospitalized because she had extreme headaches, and that’s when she found out she had a tumor in her brain. She kept this a secret from me because she didn’t want to see me suffer more than what I already was. About a week after she found out the news of her tumor, my mom was obligated to tell me because she had to go to Florida to get surgery, since the hospitals in Peru did not have the proper equipment to do this surgery. After my mother broke the news to me, we both started crying. I did not know much about tumors, but I did know that it was a life threatening disease. The next day my mom and I went to the doctor to find out what procedure she should take to not put her life at risk. In that same appointment, we found out the pricy amount of the surgery. With my mom’s salary and all of our expenses, it was going to be impossible to pay for the operation, and my mom had to make the tough decision to postpone