I lost my best friend at fourteen years old. A day I will ne’er forget. Nearly every aspect is as fresh as it was the day it occurred. It was a Wednesday and I was visiting my grandmother 's house from school. I remember getting in the car and having an unusual feeling so I thought I had forgotten something in my locker. I brushed the unusual feeling off when I reckoned that I had cleaned it out on Monday. My mom and I are on our way to my grandma 's house and once we arrived to her house I walk over to the door and knock four times. I remember wondering if my friend is here because I did not hear her call. She would always call out and get the door whenever I arrive. Although, I figured she is not here yet and decided to go inside and talk with my grandma to find out where she is. While we …show more content…
In the condition she was in and in so much pain, she couldn 't be saved. Losing a best friend, more like a sister, was really rough on me although I’ve learned to be happy for her. For the life she had lived. The last time I spoke to her was the previous Monday, she was so happy. I remember her smile every time we see each other, the warmth when I give her hugs, how much she valued our friendship and that we were like sisters. Losing her taught me to not take anyone or anything for granted. That life is too short to worry about the negatives, to be bitter, or to be rude to anyone. The most important thing for me now is to be happy and grateful for a healthy family, and my overall life. I’ve learned to see what is truly important and what I need to fight for. I also feel after losing her I’ve become a stronger person. She is a memory I will carry with me until I die. Some day, I will tell my children about her and teach them that life is should be cherished. There is no telling when your time is up and if it’s tomorrow you must be happy with the choices you’ve made in your life. I know I will
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
This made everyday a little bit better as I have kept this in the back of my mind. The National Hospice Organization says “In a sense, you are never finished grieving”. This is true, one will always feel sadness when remembering an individual that used to be in your life and is no longer here with you. Although, you can remind yourself the good days that you had with them. Remember their smile and what they did when they seen you. Always remembering that they’re with you everyday just not there
What Evalina experienced as a mother who lost a child is the very ordinary response; it was her growth after the loss that impressed me. My sisters took much longer to heal and move forward after the deaths of my niece and nephew; however, once they were ready to cope with the loss it came in unintended life-altering moments such as Evalina’s. Finding someone that you feel whole with, such as Evalina did, can truly help heal holes in hearts and give a person a reason to live again. It was beautiful to see this happen for Evalina and just made me reflect upon how happy I was and am for my sisters when they found that reason to live in life again. It is a remarkable thing when someone who has dealt with so much loss, unimaginable loss, can find freedom, happiness, and love
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.
..., cried and loved together. There was six of us and we stuck together stronger than any bond, nothing could tear us apart. When one was in trouble we worked together to make things better. As a child, I always wanted to be in charge and this was a way for me to really be in control, I wanted our family dynamics back. At his memorial I explained to everyone that this wasn’t the end of our family, everything happens for a reason. God saw that we didn’t appreciate each other and the bond we had before and in a way he took someone who he knew was strong home with him. Together we began to make the efforts to visit each other at least once a month and call more than once a week. We now plan like Sunday dinners and follow through. We are learning that tomorrow isn’t always promised and we should cherish the loved we have at that moment because it can easily be taken away.
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
September 16, 2007 was the day of my best friend Anthony’s death. I was 12 years old. I remember it like if it was yesterday. Anthony and I met in the same neighborhood around the time I turned 11 years old. At the time Anthony was 15 years old. Anthony was the type of kid everybody adored. He always had a smile on his face and for whatever reason, you may have been having a bad day, but Anthony could always turn that day upside down. Destiny was not always kind to me and Anthony. We both were raised around drugs and gun shots. Not everyone gets to escape from the hood and Anthony was a prime example of this.
...weeks in critical condition. Luckily, she survived and my passenger and I made it with minor injuries. Not a day goes by where I do not think about what happened, but I know it happened for a reason. Getting through this painful situation made me a stronger willed person. Taking things for granted is what I do not do. I truly value my life and my family’s lives. A life can be taken away at any second. Giving thanks for the joy and love in life is something that needs to be done daily. Material items are always replaceable, but a human being is not. Memories made will last a lifetime, but the presence of a loved one will not. The best advice is to live life to the fullest and value the sentimental belongings, especially family and friends. Pain is not an ease, but it helps ease the minds of those who are most important with respect and insight to value.
Terrie is a woman that loves everyone. She is a kindhearted person and doesn’t see a dark soul in anyone. Ten months earlier, she was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer; a week after that, it turned into stage four. I took the news very hard. For several months, we shared stories, laughed together and ate potato chips, since that was the only thing she could taste and keep down with her chemo treatment. After eight months, she snuck up behind me and gave me a big hug. It was one of those hugs that held onto me emotionally. After that I never saw her again, until this moment: I broke down into tears while my friend witnessed it. I didn’t go to work that day, I stayed home making phone calls and praying that I would be able to see her one last time. My mother came home to comfort me. She got a phone call stating that Terrie was asking about me. My mother rushed us both in the little red car to the hospital. I ran up
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
My brother was a strong man we never though he was capable of killing his self. My brother left behind a wife and three children. Our family has never seen to be the same since my brother took his life. My mom grieves every day to herself. My mom never told me she was grieving, one day I had a talk with her and she told me she cries every day. I had my mom to go talk to her doctor. My brother children still have a difficult time because they miss my brother. Losing my brother due to death at an early age is a big heartbreak for the whole family. I miss my brother. Me and my brother is my mom only children. My mom and I are close, but when my brother died, my mom makes sure she tells me she loves me every time we depart on the phone or when we depart from one another. According to Ross Eshleman and Richard A. Bulcroft the Twelfth Edition “death is an inescapable event, one that will occur within all family and kin networks. Certainly, the loss of those one loves most intensely- parent, spouse, child, or other family member-causes tremendous pain.” My family is a good support system for me and my mom. My mother has four sisters that help her get through this major life event. My mother has a sister that has lost a son at an early age also. My aunt lost her son about six years ago, he got shot at college the week he was about to graduate. My aunt that lost her child and my mom talk on a daily basis. I think that this is how they deal with their lost by talking everyday knowing that they have experienced the same major event in their life. www.hepguide.org “The death of a love is one of life’s most difficult experiences. The bereaved struggle with many intense and frightening emotions, including depression, anger, and guilt. Often, he or she feels isolated and alone in his or her grief, but having someone to lean on can help him or her through the grieving process. “I feel emotions,