Jeannine She had seen things and experienced a life that I only knew about through the movies. She acted as though she knew I would not be able to understand her, but I could see in her eyes that she hoped I could. e stood in the driveway, physically closer than we had been to each other in two weeks. Jeannine, my sister, did not stay at home too much anymore. She had dedicated her existence to her boyfriend Steven and chose to live with his family so that the two of them could be closer.
My Nana was an incredible woman who loved life and lived it to the fullest. Her life was filled with happiness but more than anything it was filled with love. As I grew up next door to her, I had the great privilege of always having the opportunity to visit, sit down and just talk. She was known by many names, some are Mother, Me‘Me’, Nana, Great Grandma and Great Great-Grandmother. What my Grampy would call her was my Betty, my sweetheart.
Time crawled along at snails pace and eventually my brothers and myself wondered where my father and godmother were. Within an instant my mother screamed for me and I ran to her as if my life depended on it. Instead my life was not in the balance it was my godmother who had lost hers. Instantly shattered and numb I was afraid to ask the next question but my mother eased my ... ... middle of paper ... ...as he fell asleep at the wheel with a blood alcohol content level that was twice the legal limit. The car flipped twice and slung Jeffrey from it like a rag doll but he survived and to this day he does not drink.
In our senior year of high school, she died after a long, painful battle of six years. This shattered him, not only did he lose his mother, she suffered so much and he suffered with her only to ultimately lose her in the end. I remember him telling me how he did not want her to suffer; she was tortured so much she did want to live like this. If she had the choice of euthanasia, she would have asked for it, because it would have given her control over her life and it would have possibly not damaged her son so deeply. He visited her everyday only to watch her in misery and cry by her side, year after year the symptoms only kept getting worse.
She can only make her feel better by continuing to encourage her and give her love and support. Jessica thinks to herself, “She waves back, but even from the curb I can feel her worry, and I suddenly realize that it has nothing to do with the wheelchair or with me falling. The last time Fiona drove me away in her Subaru, it took me more than a week to come home” (Van Draanen 77). Her mom has to decide whether she is going to live in fear of her daughter getting hurt every time she leaves home. This accident was a trying time for everybody in their family and it affected all of
The driver ran away from the scene. When Candace found out, she was devastated and went into depression. It would be hard for any parent to lose a child. But, Candace wanted justice for her daughter and went to the cops and demanded that they find the culprit of her daughter’s death. She never relinquished on her daughter and just wanted tried over and over again.
Helen and my mom rarely go out and do anything but when my mom does I’m happy for her. I’m Julie, I had to hide the person I liked because my mom didn’t really like him, and she thought he was too old. Well, my mom shortly let that go because now he basically lives with us. The house is a little crowded at times but we deal with it. A couple of months ago I told my mom I was pregnant, she didn’t find out the way Julies mom did but she said the exact same thing, “I cant be a grandma, I’m to young.” But after letting everything sink in, she got to know Dylan, the guy I liked, and knew that we would be great parents.
When he got deported the first time I had to grow up and basically become a second mother to my siblings. Not only was my best friend taken away from me, but I also knew the responsibility that was about to be put on my shoulders because of this. Now, I really can’t enjoy my college years the way I wish I could have. My mother completely lost it when she heard the news about my dad. She had just overcome the fright of my sister’s diagnosis and now she had a whole different situation to stress over.
I remember my family being wrecked by the news of their death, I remember them passing around pictures of the crash and hating that god awful yellow car that hit my grandparents, I remember being too scared to go see them at the funeral so I stayed in a kid area. I cry thinking about them and what they must have gone through, I feel hatred that the man who killed my grandparents is still alive while they both died. No one understands the repercussions of drunk driving until it effects them
She asked my grandmother’s neighbor about a girl, who should be beautiful, charming, caring and could cook well. That’s how both families met and grandparents got married .However, they did not see each other until they went in their bedroom not even in pictures. My grandmother told me, when she saw her husband first time in the bedroom, she thought of her father-in-law. She was afraid of her husband. It is because my grandfather had big beard at that time.