My Tia used to tell me that everything happens for a reason. She told me that sometimes bad things happen to lead you to a better thing, or that good things happen because they’re meant to. It all made sense to me until one winter. My Tia was and always will be my best friend, she had always been more like a big sister than an aunt. One moment with her seems as if it happened yesterday. We were playing on a play structure together in Bilbao, Spain, as she pushed me on the swings I asked her if she would ever have kids because I wanted a baby cousin. She told me she hoped someday she could give me the baby cousin I wanted or two or three. What my TIA didn’t tell me that day on the play structure in Bilbao was that she had already been trying …show more content…
She lied to me, I thought to myself. Bad shit happens to the good people for no reason. My Tia almost died that day, she developed sepsis, which is an infection of the blood from having another miscarriage. Her dead baby poisoned her body. She was in a coma and in critical condition for days, the doctors told us she would not make it. When she finally woke up from her coma it was a miracle, but the nightmare was not through yet. The sepsis had cut off circulation to her legs and fingertips and when she woke up her legs and fingertips were black, purple, and shriveled like a corpse. I remember the first time I saw her black fingers; she was so afraid that I would be scared of them. But I couldn’t care less, I was just feeling lucky that she was alive. My Tia had to get her legs and fingertips amputated shortly after, and the journey was long and hard. For months after she got home I would come visit just to find her crying in her room. I couldn't stand to see her like that. I did everything I could to make her feel better, but there was no way to relate to what she had gone through, no way to ever explain why something like that would happen to
I wake up in my small bed rolling right off of it, groaning and brush my teeth dragging myself down to the kitchen, not even bothering to brush my brown mane of curly hair or change out of the blue ‘Panic! At the Disco’ jacket that I’ve been wearing for two days straight. I go downstairs to eat breakfast and my ‘loving’ father greets me by yelling at me and saying that I don’t deserve to eat anything. I sigh at my Dad’s fatherly tone and grab my black ‘My Chemical Romance’ beanie that holds down my curly brown locks. I love how my curly bangs hung over my brown eyes. I love looking over the city because it makes me feel like I’m dominating over everyone else. I walk to the city bus. Fancy… There were a lot of people on the bus. There was a smelly fat guy who kept eating
In the result of her brother and father near death from a car wreck, my mother had to stay strong for all the siblings and family. The grief across the family was already bad enough and it wouldn’t have gotten better if it wasn’t for my mom getting mentally strong for everybody and keeping hope. It ended up her dad being fine but as for her brother it would've been a miracle if he lived due to the accident. After his rehabilitation and him getting better the family felt great but no one thought it could’ve gotten worse. Since the car was smashed her brothers head and left him with brain problems, Charles (her brother) forgot who the family was. The doctor and the whole family went through a long process of teaching Charles who they were. Eventually he remembered everything except for everything that had happened 2 years before the car crash. This was an experience that the family was not ready for at all and luckily my mom stayed strong for
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie and she sounds upset .” As I came down stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.
“squick”! “Bang”! I walk in trying to find out where i’m going. Fast. Before anyone notices me. My mom is a vet and i really want a dog so bad! “Lily” said my mom. “squick” my mom enters the room seeing me look at all of the dogs. “Mom can i please…..” “Do you really want a dog this bad”? My mom asks. “Yes and i will do anything… anything” i say in a soft way. “Fine but only if you take care of it and clean up after it”. “thank you.. mom.” I whisper as my mom leaves the room. “Now it’s time to pick out a dog”.
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
Now alone, she had to work 40 hours a week to provide for my 2 year old brother and I. My mother barely made enough to afford the apartment that we lived in. At the time I was too young to understand how bad our situation was. I made it much worse with my constant begging for toys and all sorts of needless expense and of course my mother wasn’t able to afford those luxuries when we barely had the necessities. Every time we would walk passed the toy section at Walmart I can remember asking my mother for toys; pleading that she would get me that toy I desperately needed. She would always tell me "I am sorry baby, I can 't afford it," and every time she said it, I could feel the sadness in her voice and the pain in her eyes. After I while I was beginning noticed how much it hurt my mother to say no to me so then when we would go to Walmart I would never ask for anything. I wanted the toys so badly, but I didn 't want to hurt
Now see my mom tried to be strong, my brother died, didn't wanna see her cry
But not all stories are with a happy ending. This winter, my mother was hospitalized with a stroke. I spent almost all days in the hospital and had a lot to see. One day, they brought a young girl who was unconscious.
She told me it was okay if I cried, but I just laughed politely at that and shook my head. I was still too numb to feel sad, so instead I just sat silently and stared out the window. It was on that car ride home that I made the decision. Never in my life, no matter
I didn’t have to ask. I know that the reason for her tears. That day I felt like I let my whole family down. It’s when I realized that I had failed with who I was supposed to be, with my part of the family.
We knew it was coming and especially during her last days, at which she spent in the hospital. I remember she once told me she was at peace with passing away and I never understood this. It took me a couple of years to realize what she meant by this. We shouldn't fear death we should acknowledge it and prepare for it. She passed away and I remember thinking she
When she went into surgery in St. John’s Medical Center in St. Louis, we were all there and confidant that everything would go as planned. The doctors came out about one hour into the surgery to inform us that the damage was much worse than they initially thought. They told us that they would keep us updated on her progress. Two hours later they came out to tell us that her heart stopped beating and they tried everything they could to revive her, but she had died.
That when two people finally come back into each others’ lives, fate steps in and threatens to end their time together at any given moment. Then I realized that this situation could happen to anyone. Tomorrow I could decide to reconnect with my best friend who moved away my freshman year of high school and in a weeks time one of us could be gone. It is not unheard of for something like this to happen. After realizing that a situation of this sort is not an impossible event, I started to think about all the people I care about that I didn’t get to speak to today.
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to find the silver lining in all hardship. I have prided myself on prioritizing the bright side and sweeping any impending negativity. However the fallacy of everything happening for some greater reason is purely a notion I cannot except. I’ve been moved to believe that despite those words being plastered on every motivational poster or Instagram bio, some things in life are just simply unfair and the only option is to accept them and try to move on as best you can. I just refuse to believe that there is some logical reason my 5 year old cousin developed a brain tumor and passed away a few short months later. I won’t accept that some greater power intended for my best friend’s aunt to be fatally shot, and leave me to help piece back together the girl I knew before her world fell apart. I cannot fathom what great reason would be worth the diagnosis of my anxiety disorder or my reoccuring fight against depression. While I cannot dismerit the occurance of fate or coincedences, consistent piling of tragedy doesn’t need a reason and shouldn’t be defended. Don’t tell me that witnessing my childhood friends become