BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP! And then nothing. The monitor projects the sounds of a heart rate going flat. Funny how that is a symbol of our first encounter with the death of a loved one, completely blank with no emotion. People hate change, but when life hits you with the sudden death of a loved one, change is inevitable. My grandmother's sudden death is the most significant change I've ever had to face.
As we walked into the hospital, my stepmother and our pastor approached us. "Your grandmother has had another stroke; the doctors say that there is nothing they can do. Do you want to go see her?" In just two short sentences my whole life changed. I entered the hospital room, and saw was my grandmother, clinging to life in a coma. I felt so overwhelmed
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"She is gone A.J," my brother said. I am entirely blank: I don't know what to think or say. I heard the words loud and clear, but I didn't register them. It took me a few minutes to acknowledge this instant change and start crying; after a few hours, we left the …show more content…
The pastor directed the service and even quoted my speech from the previous day. After the service, the funeral director cleared the room so that only family could spend a few minutes alone with my grandma's body. Everyone said their final goodbyes, and off the cemetery, we went. The atmosphere filled up with lots of emotion; people were crying everywhere, but I had yet to feel the total impact of all this. I began to get mad at myself; why wasn't I crying? After about 45 minutes the time came, the oh so dreadful thing were suppose to look forward to, returning her body to the earth. We Paul bearers put the casket on the lowering device, as everyone gathered in a circle. We watched the coffin get lowered six feet. We said one last goodbye and left the cemetery. On the car ride home, I thought to myself change is inevitable, and this is part of life. I wondered how I was going to get through this since, if I ever needed her help, I could no longer dial her number and
A moment in time that I hold close to myself is the funeral of my grandmother. It occurred a couple of weeks ago on the Friday of the blood drive. The funeral itself was well done and the homily offered by the priest enlightened us with hope and truth. But when the anti-climatic end of the funeral came my family members and relatives were somberly shedding tears. A sense of disapproval began creeping into my mind. I was completely shocked that I did not feel any sense of sadness or remorse. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to mourn, but there was no source of grief for me to mourn. My grandma had lived a great life and left her imprint on the world. After further contemplation, I realized why I felt the way I felt. My grandmother still
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
In the car we talked about anything except the day ahead of us, but Stephanie’s absence was still felt in small ways. “Where are the directions to Pete and Steph… Um, I mean Pete’s house?” I asked my sister. Silence was the response. Both of us thinking about how it isn’t Aunt Steph’s house anymore. How Aunt
... funeral home and prepared to walk her out to her grave. The morticians loaded my aunt into the hearse. Everyone was walking behind the hearse until we reached her plot. My uncles and Dad pulled her out of the vehicle onto the bands for the funeral directors to lower her into the ground. Then the priest for what felt like an hour of words and gave the signal to lower her into the ground. While they were doing that, the priest passed out roses. We all threw the roses onto the burial vault and said our goodbyes and went home. When we got home we reflected on the times we had.
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
There have been many events in my life that have impacted me, but one stood out the most. When I was in fifth grade, I started to notice a change in my everyday life. On a daily basis, I experienced symptoms such as lightheadedness, dizziness, exhaustion, and the feeling of being in a dream, or physically detached from the world. These symptoms did not really affect me much until about sixth grade, in sixth grade it really started to take an impact on my life. It took several visits to the doctor to finally figure out what was going on, but once we found the cause I was able to adjust my lifestyle to prevent it. The whole process was, honestly, traumatic but I can happily say that through it,
I realized something the other day. I've been feeling differently since the buy-out happened, basically since I found out that this building will be closing. It's anxiety. I don't like to admit having lots of anxiety, since I try to live a stress-free life, but it's hard to accept that I'm not completely swept up in it given the current circumstances. The funeral for my Aunt Mickie was Saturday. I have stated before how I hate funerals. I have attended one for my grandfather on my mother's side when I was 15 or 16. I don't really remember much about the ceremony, more of the feeling I had afterward. It didn't help the ceremony was literally a catholic mass, which is the most impersonal experience ever. I didn't make a fuss this time about going to the funeral. I knew that this moment wasn't supposed to be about Max's grudges, it was supposed to be a celebration of Mickie's life.
The day that changed my life. It was 7am that morning I woke up and got my black dress on with white lace at the top. I waited for my dad and brother to get ready as I waited I sat and thought to myself “how am I going to get through this today?” I never did find an answer to that question and I probably never will. I walked into the funeral home that morning, and with my family we entered the room this was the very last time I will ever get to see my grandma. She laid there as I stood there looking at her, granddaughter to grandma. She looked completely like herself mostly other than the makeup which wasn’t her at all. My grandma was apostolic which if you knew my grandma you would know she never wore make up. Not in her entire life all 94 years of it. But it was kind of relieving to see her look so peaceful she looked like herself in her handmade rose colored blouse and
My grandmother was lying on her bed with her eyes closed. She was barely breathing and the color from her face was drained. My father suggested that I hold one of her hands, so I took her right hand and held it in mine. I couldn’t help but notice how cold, fragile, and weak her hand was. Most of my closer family members were around me, silently weeping and softly telling my grandmother to stay with us.
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
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.
while, being as he was rushing to Cooper Hospital to see my mother. At this
Something that I really struggled with was the passing of my Grandmother. She was a strong woman and an inspiration to everybody in my family. I think that I struggled with it because she was a great human being, I kind of looked up to her a bit, and of course she was part of my family. I think that along with her passing, I struggled with the fact that she died when I thought that she did nothing wrong in her entire life and did not deserve to die. Mainly the fact that she was a really good person and she just died like that.
Hope Cemetery our family gathered to say our last goodbyes to Hailey. The funeral director carried her to the graveside in a little white casket. The casket wasn’t any bigger than a shoe box. In addition to flowers, people brought toys to give a little girl who would never get to play with them. Tears fell down everyone’s faces. Just three days ago I was holding her little hand while I watched her heart beat gently, now I was watching her be buried. No words could fix my hurting heart. Time would be the only cure. The Pastor interrupted my thoughts. “It is hard to express our thoughts at such a time and to understand why this had happened” He explained. He was so right, because I didn’t know what to think or feel because it was all so overwhelming. After the Pastor finished his speech the funeral director lowered Hailey’s casket into the ground where it would remain forever, but Hailey would always remain in our
The funeral and wake were especially difficult because of having to stand in the greeting line. Having to greet everyone is truly annoying. This is especially true when you don’t know who most of the people are, and when you yourself are under emotional duress. That point aside, it was very interesting to see the reactions of the different people. One thing I noticed was the conversations between my father’s cousins. They were depressed, but not because of the death. The overall tone was “who’s going to be next”; they were all in their fifties and sixties. At this time I was 25 years