I had always dreamed of one day, taking my son to his first Rangers game. A father taking his son to a baseball game is just the American thing to do, and there I was, taking my son "out to the ball game"; Americas favorite pastime. I hadn't been to see a Ranger game in years and had been wanting to, for quite a while. But like many other young married couples, we didn't really seem to have the time, nor the money. We decided to splurge and buy general admission tickets.
After about month Dad could move aging. Another couple of weeks went by and Dad was let lose to come back home, but he had to take a lot of medican for his stroke. The doctor said that a stroke like what dad had would have killed most people. We were so happy to have dad back, but what we didin’t know was that dad sickness crawling back. It was May and we were taking William to Mom’s house for the summer.
Not knowing at the time the little moments I shared with her would turn into memories I would cherish forever. Through my mom’s journey with cancer she always had a smile on her face, even on her last birthday she would ever experience, just nine days before we would have to say our goodbyes. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, however my sister Sarah and I were stuck in a van with our youth group leader. We were on our way back from a Church camp we attended for the weekend in Topeka. During the three-hour drive home, we chatted about many things that happened during the weekend.
Summary After interviewing my grandmother, I asked her which three life events were the most important to her and why. The first, would be taking the trip to Tennessee when she was nineteen years old. This trip was an important event in her life because she met her future husband (Ronnie), my grandfather on this trip. They got engaged and were married a few months later, when they were both twenty. Her life was changed by this event because not only did she meet her future husband, but after meeting him she never went back to Oregon.
Christmas break had just started and a chilly gust of air blew right through me as I walked up to my front door, still in shock from the night’s trauma. Dave called me as I was driving home from my boyfriend, Mike’s house and said that he needed to talk to me about Julie, my best friend and his girlfriend. Because we were also good friends, I, of course, agreed. He was driving home from a basketball camp and said he would call again when he was on his way over. I thought nothing of it because I knew that he and Julie had recently taken a break from each other in order to possibly save their relationship, just like Mike and I had done almost three weeks earlier.
We had been in and out of several bands, but always stuck together. My dad came home one day and told us about a friend of his whose step-son played guitar. We called him up and had him come over to audition. He was amazing especially considering his age, 15, so there was no way we could pass him up. A week later, the three of us a played a county fair Battle of the Bands and lost.
This finding is evident, especially in my most recent vacation. The months preceding and following our family trip were filled with various milestones which prohibited much bonding: my mother’s diagnosis of Lung Cancer, my older sister’s wedding day, and my senior year preparation. If it wasn’t for our last hurrah we may not have been able to successfully sit the needed amount of time aside for family bonding. This memorable vacation was back in July of 2014. My sister and I, avid Twenty One Pilot fans, wanted to hit up one of their shows in Colorado.
But the foreclosure crisis has taken a turn. In the last year, I have seen family and close friends who I never imagined as victims of foreclosure potentially losing their home. I’ll never forget when my parents said that one of our family friends in Orange County, a hardworking single father, just took on a second job to supplement his job as an engineer to avoid losing his home. Even his high school age sons upped their hours at part-time jobs to help him from becoming a renter after 20 years owning property. Or my cousins in Los Angeles who will have to sell their home because my Uncle got sick and my Aunt cannot find work to replace his lost income because of the current economic environment.
However, last summer vacation, my brother and I had to stay in America because of my brother's I-20 problem - the previous school that we attended in Connecticut made a mistake during the transfer process. This summer vacation was the first time that we met our mom and family after we heard about the bad news. It occurred the problem. She could not stand it any longer after she met us. Therefore, my father asked me and my brother to come back to Korea and stay with my mom - but she wanted us to stay in America.
But Shane did his best to show how much he cared for his grandparents. His grandma made it out ok but his grandpa had some complication and died just three hours after Shane turned sixteen. He could not forgive himself for his grandpa not making it. Shane prayed every night that he should of been the one who died not his grandpa and his dad. His dad was a head chef at Olive Garden.