This is a day I will remember for the rest of my life, it was like getting the wind knocked out of my body, like someone hit me in my chest, my head was left spinning. I felt grief and frustration like I never felt before. I have known death before (having family members in my families die), but to see my child suffer was something within itself. It all started months before, when my daughter found out that her father was once again serving time in prison. He had messed up again like he has done so many times in her life, while she was growing into an intelligent, woman despite his bad decisions. She didn’t know at the time what she was about to experience, and something I couldn’t stop her from knowing, that type of pain!
It was Christmas and I was tasting the most delicious food ever. My mother is a wonderful cook: dressing, turkey, black eye peas, potato salad, just like Thanksgiving all over again. All you could smell were the sweet potato pies and the spice cakes baking in the oven. This was Christmas and we were planning for my surgery the next day, we were talking about “wh...
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.
Bags the size of buildings were under my eyes. At any moment I was going to fall over. Cooking was the fun part. Licking the batter. Playing sourds with the spatulas . Now we had to set the table rap the food and put in the fridge and actually go to sleep. It was About 10:35 when I went to sleep. I was almost sleep. The cushion of my pillow and the warmth of the blanket ... then it hit me WE GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN COOKING WE DIDN'T HAVE DINNER!!!!!. with all the remaining strength left in my body. I limped to the kitchen half asleep
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
It was amazing to see and feel the love that can come out of something so horrible. We will forever be grateful to be part of such an amazing family.
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.
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Over the next few days, we took it easy. I went back to work. My mom was getting worse as each day went on with a few good days in between, of course. We ended up moving my niece Lexi’s birthday up a few days because we wanted to make sure my mom would be there for it. She, my mom, couldn’t talk as well anymore, but she made the effort to sing for her granddaughter. The day before my niece’s actual birthday, my mom passed away. Her wish had come true, too. She had wanted my dad to be the only one in the room when she went.
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.
I have felt the pain of the loss of a Sister; have felt the pain of the death of my Mother, and felt the death of my Father. I know how it feels. I experienced it. It is painful, looking at those old kind folks who bore you; who took care of you; went through all kinds of sacrifices and pains just to look after you for years and years, until one day the child stood on one’s own two feet, and then … there they are, the parents, helpless and lifeless in front of you.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
Imagine growing up without a father. Imagine a little girl who can’t run to him for protection when things go wrong, no one to comfort her when a boy breaks her heart, or to be there for every monumental occasion in her life. Experiencing the death of a parent will leave a hole in the child’s heart that can never be filled. I lost my father at the young of five, and every moment since then has impacted me deeply. A child has to grasp the few and precious recollections that they have experienced with the parent, and never forget them, because that’s all they will ever have. Families will never be as whole, nor will they forget the anguish that has been inflicted upon them. Therefore, the sudden death of a parent has lasting effects on those
Every single person has their own individual way of expressing their emotions.When I lose wifi connection or when I check my pockets and I don’t feel my phone I feel like I am going to have an anxiety attack. Little meaningless circumstances cause me to freak out on a regular basis. If everything that is important to me: friends, family is taken away from me, I have no idea what I would do because I need their company, their advice and their presence. It scares me to think that one day I can lose everything that I care for, and I personally don’t think that I can cope with a death of a loved one. Death is a scary thing to think about.
I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
This event greatly affected me, both emotionally and physically. My dad was in the hospital in a lot of pain because he shattered the two most painful bones to break and I could not go see him because of my work schedule and because I had to watch my sister. Finally, after four long days I saw him. Even though he is my dad, I must say he was a mess. He could not move at all, and when he tried to he was in a lot of pain.
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.