Mother is long gone. Even though she died nearly 3 years ago I still feel empty. Ever since, it has been my responsibility to take care of grandmother even though she believes I’m the one who killed her only daughter. This is why she refuses to live with me, she thinks I’m going to kill her as well because I have cruel a vengeance against them for taking me away from my father at such a young age. Truthfully I was a little mad at them because me and my dad were very close, and I would still recognize him if I just saw him walking on the street to this day even though I was only 6 when he was removed from our home. They told me that he could never change from his old ways and he wouldn’t be health for me to be around. But the truth of how my …show more content…
Anyway, after all my struggle with trying to get grandmother to accept me as her granddaughter we have agreed that I visit her once a week on Sunday afternoon so I can still have contact with her even if she would prefer not to. This day is picked so the priest can visit before I arrive and give her the weekly blessing so she can be cleanse if I ever decide to bump her off the charts while visiting. So off I went traveling down the little path to grandmother's house to check up on her and bring her some freshly baked cookies that I made to try and keep peace even though I know she’ll throw them away as soon as I leave. Being lost in my own thoughts so deeply I’m surprised that I heard a noise that appeared right behind me. I turned around to see what it was knowing that it wasn’t an animal because they were either all in hibernation or moved south for the winter. Not very many people know about this path because it’s not really one, and coincidence or not it freaked me out, I mean who else would be going to visit my grandmother at the same time I was. I had no idea what to do, so I just
In the town of Sebewaing not much goes on, and not much will. but recently, in the past few years, things in Sebewaing has been seaming to change that. But, back to my story, my grandfather and I just finished installing the new support beam when, now our immediate family started to show up, as they usually do. “Jesus, don’t they ever stay home?” Grandpa said. You see, my Grandpa is a crotchety old man, but for good reason. I seen my sister and her now fiance walking up too go inside the house but, this time it seemed very peculiar; prior to me going in the house, I seen my sisters fiance look at me with an estranged look. My grandpa instructed me to go take out the trash for him which I did happily, about 5 minutes later I came into the house and looked around, “What the hell is up with everyone?” I asked myself. I discovered while looking around that everyone had an eerie look on their faces, as if someone just died. I sat down and
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
Death ultimately brings individuals together and the Bundren family is no exception. Each member of this chaotic family dealt with their mother Addie’s death quite differently. Throughout the novel, Cash is the silent, hard-working type who says next to nothing about his family’s crazy nature and how he exactly feels about their current situations. I believe that Cash making his mother’s coffin outside the window was not cruel or disrespectful; it shows his loyalty and commitment to his mother. Of all the Bundren children, Cash dealt with his mother’s death through physical emotion. He worked diligently on constructing the coffin and making sure it would not slant or move during the journey to Jefferson, however, readers know that everything did not go as planned. Darl, the most rational of the group, “goes off the deep end”, so to speak because of his mother’s death. While Darl and Jewel are away getting Tull’s horses, Addie dies and Darl can see what is going on back at home. His omniscent nature makes him a wonderful narrator becau...
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
We weren 't sure if the sound were coming from the old lady’s house, but we went anyway even though I wasn’t sure if that was the correct thing to do, but they insisted that nothing would happened if we go together and see what was going on inside. The cat wasn 't in the porch anymore. As we walked you could smell the death grass and the scary view of the naked trees. We finally got to the stairs of the porch but every step that we did sounded like broken and empty. The glass in the windows was broken and the door was scratch too. As soon as we all got to the door it opened but no one was behind. One of the children run away crying and screaming he was too afraid to go
It was a chilly night as I was walking down the path to my house to see my wife and children when I heard someone talking. I was very curious about who would be down this path at this time for it was very late into the evening and I had just gotten off work at the office. I walked very quietly towards the voices that I heard. As I crept up behind a bush I could hear a voice saying...
It was a nice sunny day as my grandma and I were sitting on the back porch on a brown and black rocking chair going back and forth like birds flying north to south over and over again. We were reading a book called “Goldilocks And The Three Bears”. While we were reading I could picture the big, medium, and little brown bear sitting in there bright sunny kitchen while mama bear was making porridge. My grandma and I were laughing and giggling like a little baby getting tickled non stop. Although I was laughing at the book I think she was laughing because I was laughing. I could smell the bright big yellow and blue flowers blooming, and the rain just from the other day. I could also hear the birds chirping in the background. Ever since then
We began to grow tired being that it had been a long day so we all decided to find a place to campout for the night when out of nowhere we hear a faint “Help Me”, coming from what sounded to be right next to us however this was no normal whisper this whisper was like one you would hear and eerie dull mutter in a modern day horror movie. This being we all began freaking out almost instantly and sprinted up the path as fast as we could without veering. The obnoxious growling that was being portrayed by whatever was following of us was not far behind. In attempt to lose the creature we made the executive decision to veer from the path. This only worked because we all turned our lights off trying to draw less attention to ourselves.
When I was about four or five years old, I bounced between three houses: my mother’s, my grandparents, and occasionally my father’s. I always enjoyed being at my grandparent’s and father’s house; their house was always fun. On the contrary, when I was at my mother’s house, she had a boyfriend who was abusive both physically and emotionally. As her boyfriend would beat me, my mother would sit in the other room and watch television instead of standing up for her daughter. I never said anything to my grandparents because I had thought that this was a normal thing that happened in any ordinary household. Similarly, I never told my father because I hardly got to see him since his job forced him to go out of town. Eventually, the
Today my family was having an anniversary dinner. I can’t believe that it’s been 10 years that she died. It feels like just yesterday that I received the news. Not a day goes by that I don’t remember her and I definitely will never forget what she told me the day before she died. I get ready to go to my family's home for dinner. I dread going because I hate seeing my family so sad and distraught. I get in the car and start thinking about what a wonderful life my mom had. Once I arrive I walk inside and hug my family. They all have the same sad look on their face, the same one on mine. We have dinner and share good memories that we had of mom. We laugh, cry, and reminisce together and before we know it the night is over. My mom was one of the most important people in my life and there will always be a missing hole in my
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
Immediately, as my dad and I was walking to the deer stand, my thoughts were that this hunt already felt like any other night hunt I had ever been on. My dad and I together chose which stand we would hunt from the choices on the board. We arrived at the box stand, which was fifteen feet tall, then we climbed in and got comfortable. In the meantime, we were looking around to find any sign of a deer. Meanwhile, as we were sitting quietly in the stand, we suddenly heard something. We could tell that the noise was something running through the trees extremely fast! Suddenly, there she was, a doe, creeping out from the bushes. At that moment, I was only able to see her head. I was getting so nervous, and I didn 't know what to do; however, my dad told me to stay calm and breathe. As she was walking into the field, stopping along the way to eat, I prepared my gun in order to shoot. My dad told me to take the shot whenever I was ready, so within the next couple of seconds I pulled the trigger. BOOM! She’s down! I had shot her; however, I knew I hit her, but she ran
I lost my mother at a young age, when I was 10--old enough to have memories to remember her and miss her, but too young to have a clear idea of who she was. Her absence completely disrupted our family. Waking up and having breakfast made, clothes ironed and washed, and all of the little things that we took for granted were gone in an instant. But this isn 't the story of how I lost my mother or about how I was devastated by her death. My mother’s death was the reason why I became exposed to the business world, and this story is really about how I came to share my father’s love and passion for business.
It started when I was a little girl, I think I was about five years old. I grew up in a one parent household, with just my mom. I had three other siblings, two brothers and a sister. My mom was the sole provider of the family. Everything started getting hard for her as we grew. I got curious and asked my mom a question I never asked before. "Mom where is my dad and why isn 't he here to help you take care of us." " Mom said, he was killed when you were a baby." So I never spoke of it again until I had turned about fifteen years of age. I still was curious about what had happened to my father. I started having dreams of my father being around, a man whom i had never seen or meet before. He was just an illusion that I had made up inside my
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.