One late night, when I, Tray O’Neal, was over at a friend’s house, my parents were driving from Denver, on a Saturday night. They were pretty tired just like most people when you’re tired you have slower reaction time. Well, my parents were driving down the highway and BAM! A car went right out in front of them. I assume that they saw it way too late. They turned right towards the ditch. I was told they died on impact. I found out later that it was a drunk driver that had turned into them. The driver didn’t die his car barely got scraped. This man is lucky that my parents swerved, or this man would have been hurt and my parents would still be alive. My parents were good people they didn’t want to hurt anyone. They shouldn’t have died! The man that drove when he was drunk should have been killed off not people that have children that need them. When I found out about my parent’s accident my face feel blank. I couldn’t believe what the copes had been saying to me. I just looked at my sister and held her so tight as she cried and cried in my arms. Even though I felt the traumatizing pain of the news, I still had to stand strong for my sister Bella. After thinking about it for a couple of weeks, I began to have hatred thinking how I wished I could have killed the drunk driver instead of him going to prison. He deserved to die, not both of my parents. I never showed any anger when Bella was around. Bella and I had to go to some ladies house. They said she was our grandmother but in reality she was more like a stranger. We had never heard of another family but our parents. Bella then began to be mute from the new of our parent death, she would only talk to me. So when our so-called grandmother tried to talk to her not to take it per... ... middle of paper ... ... big house like this, but I sure did get use to it. The house that we were going to was a nice baby blue color. Jenifer was standing outside with the biggest smile I had ever seen. Jenifer has rich chocolate hair that looked perfect. Just like her house that is perfect. I just couldn’t believe that my sister and I will be able to recover from our hard time. Bella and I had a hard time fitting in school at first, but then a year went by and Bella and I had lots of friends. Bella and I have never been closer than after that year. We had a loving family and couldn’t have asked for a better person to help my sister and I get through the hard time of the accident. We have a lot of family members now that love and care for us. We call Jenifer our mom, most kids only get one mom, but Bella and I are special we got two of the greatest things on earth is two mom’s
I’d never been in a house like this. It had rooms off of rooms, and in each of them were deep sofas and chairs, woven carpet over polished hard-wood floors, tasteful paintings on the walls. She asked if I was hungry, and she opened the fridge and it was stuffed with food-cold cuts and cheeses, fresh
For example, Jessica reports feeling as though her parents favored and love her sister more, though she is unable to provide support or specific proof of that claim. Another example is the guilt she feels from the loss of her brother, personalizing the tragedy as her responsibility by “allowing” him to leave. This trauma is extremely significant in Jessica’s life, especially considering that she herself survived a near-fatal car accident just two years
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
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
During the dark hours, my grandfather was walking the streets in El Monte, California. It never crossed his mind that during that night his life would flash before his eyes. He was at a crosswalk where he pressed the button to cross the street. Once the cross light switched for him to cross, he did. He took his first step off the sidewalk and began walking. My grandfather did not realize what was to come once he stepped off the sidewalk. A car approached going over the speed limit. The person in the car was under the influence and ran a red light. It was then that my grandfather was hit by a drunk driver. My grandfather passed away at the sight of the scene. The young adult that hit him was taken into custody and put on trial for my grandfather’s death. If it wasn’t for the drunk driver who ran the red light that night my grandfather would still be alive today. Unfortunately, that is not the case. Today there are
...eight years old when my father was murdered. It is almost impossible to describe the pain of losing a parent to a senseless murder.…But even as a child one thing was clear to me: I didn't want the killer, in turn, to be killed. I remember lying in bed and praying, 'Please, God. Please don't take his life too.' I saw nothing that could be accomplished in the loss of one life being answered with the loss of another. And I knew, far too vividly, the anguish that would spread through another family -- another set of parents, children, brothers, and sisters thrown into grief."55
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
It was a typical, nonchalant morning for thirteen-year old Kaely Camacho. She was on the way to her mother’s house to get ready for school, riding with her father, and older sister. At this exact moment Sandor Guillen, a thirty-nine year old man, was speeding down the highway in his Range Rover, evasive and extremely intoxicated. In less than a millisecond, the two vehicles collided causing a fatal impact. Kaely’s father and sister were not seriously harmed but as they turned around to check on Kaely, their hear...
I went to school tired from listening to my parents conversation at two in the morning. I had a great day. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to hear the argueing. When I got home. My grandmother was at our house. I thought it was very strange. My grandmother never came over unless she was dropping off clothes or something. So I knew she was there for a reason and it wasn’t going to be good.
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
Their thoughts were stricken with, “worry, grief and fear of the unknown.” How else would a parent react if their kid’s life were not entirely guaranteed? My dad told me that my car accident was a, “life changing ordeal, not knowing if your baby will live or die, will he ever get over the accident and the many set backs that you eventually had to go through because of this,” I feel like this wreck affected my dad more than me. His reactions were those of extreme remorse and guilt. But why be guilty? How could he have known that this was going to happen? No one did and I certainly do not blame him for these terrible events. Based on the way he talked to me about his reactions I would say that his overall feelings from that night were those of guilt – but these were entirely unwarranted, he was at no
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
Our family was never close but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014 when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this. He would try to explain this to her but it usually led to arguments where she would then threaten to leave him so in the end she got her way which led to their vast debt. My uncle had a drinking problem but went to AA classes for her to commiserate their marriage and family. The night before this event he had drank a beer which led into a dispute which ended with my aunt taking the kids to her mom’s and they stayed their while my uncle just stayed home. Less than twelve hours later the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police was then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life but my home life as well.
The most important event in my life, didn’t even happen to myself, but happened to my older sister, Becky. The reason I am writing about her is because the things that have happened to her and the things she has done in the past have affected me tremendously as well as my family. Her life used to be filled with nothing else but drugs, stealing, and lying. My family has never been the same since then.