I sat there motionless, trying hard to absorb the tragic news I had just been told. How could I lose someone so close to me in such a short period time? I thought to myself, I should be home right now. Unfortunately we still had over 100 miles to go. When I woke up that morning I had no idea of the bitter tragedy I would encounter later that day. I still recall that day. I remember every detail from that day. I had spent the day at a theme park with my daughter and fiancé. We had just eaten dinner at Golden Corral. My daughter still had chocolate on her mouth from the chocolate fountain. We were driving along the interstate listening to her in the back seat. She was talking non-stop about all the rides she had liked and the characters she had met. The smile on her face was priceless. I sat there smiling as she …show more content…
Would things be different? Would he still be alive? How can one phone call deliver such horrible news? At this point my daughter realizes I am upset but she’s not sure what is wrong. She asked “What’s wrong Mommy?” I slowly answer “I am okay sweetie.” I just couldn’t tell her that her best friend had died. I tried hard to hold myself together until I could figure out how I was going to tell her without breaking her heart into a million pieces. I thought of how she would react to not being able to see someone who was there every day. I decide to wait until the morning when we were home and I could explain to her what had happened. When we finally arrive home, she is already asleep. I put her to bed and then sit down to think about the news. I called my grandmother back to get all the information. I still couldn’t believe this has happened. My emotions were all over the place. I was angry because he was gone. I was sad because I already missed him. I was happy for the time we had with him. Most of all I was devastated because I knew I would have to break my daughters heart by telling
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
I remember my mom telling us with her shaking voice as tears flowed down her face “Varity is gone”. After hearing this news my household fell apart. I went into denial and started screaming and crying as did my sister. No one could believe the reality that Varity had passed. The pain was so terrible that I had to call my best friend just to have someone prove to me it was real. I was in shock. I had never felt such a pain before; the feeling I had is still hard to explain even to this day. There was just an emptiness and sorrow with no end to the pain in sight. After I was able to stop crying over an hour later, it was time to pack my bags because we were leaving for Ohio that next morning. We arrived that night and that is when the tears really began to
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 was so upset I couldn’t believe it. I was only five when this happened and losing your best friends at the age of five is the most upsetting thing that can happen. I never knew sadness could hurt that much. It felt like I was losing a part of me, especially knowing that I would never see them again. Even though I was really little when this all happened I felt like I understood what was happening. Going to the hospital to visit them made me happy, but also sad at the same time. I was happy because I got to talk to them again. I was devastated because seeing them lay in a bed, hanging on to their life was not something a five-year-old wants to see happen to their best friends, the people they connect with the most, let alone anyone
I know she heard us but she never opened her eyes again until that last moment, she opened her eyes one last night and my grandma told my great grandma “it’s okay mama go ahead daddy’s waiting for you I love you” that was when she took her last breath. It was July 29th around 3am when my dad came in my room and told me “Haley I’m going to the hospital grandma is gone.” At first I just said okay I was in a dead sleep so I didn’t comprehend it in that exact moment. A few minutes later I got out of bed I heard my brother pull in the drive way he left work early to come home and he and I sat and looked though pictures together shedding tears and laughing and asking each other if we remembered this. We all went up my great grandma’s house where all the family gathered about an hour and a half later. Even then I was fine it wasn’t until my grandma walked in the door which is my great grandmas daughter as soon as she did she just sat in my great grandmas’ chair and stated sobbing and that’s when it hit me that she was really gone this wasn’t just some dream it was real. I could taste salt from my tears running down my face into my mouth. After that it was all a complete
The rancid stink of rotten milk filled the small space. I stared at the wall across from me, brown chitin dully reflecting in the artificial light. I clutched my Arc Bolter in giant, armored hands, the tactile sensations transmitted through the suit, and into my hands, letting me feel every nick and scratch the weapon had. Sweat beaded on my forehead, quickly blown away by fans built into my helmet. A dark blue overlay sat over my vision, something I was still trying to get used to. The status of my shield, as well as the overheating status of my rifle sitting at the bottom left of my vision. A tiny map rested at the top right, the interior of the vehicle outlined in small white lines.
The next day I woke up and as I lay in bed the feeling of sadness had not gone away. It was from that moment on that this tragic event in history really came to be a part of my life.
Eff was absolutely certain that if she didn’t get this mission right, she was to be beheaded. She’d never heard of the royal family to be very lenient, so if this person she had to save had even a scratch, she was sure to be a goner.
“When he comes to,” the doctor then told her as he touched a hand to my mama’s arm. “Right now the most important thing for him is to rest. After a head injury your brain needs time to heal, time to reset itself and allow for inflammation to go down. Sleep is the best thing for that. If you ladies would like, you can see him for a few minutes, but that is all. After that you might as well go back home for a while, and we’ll call you when he wakes up.”
Growing up in Carrollton, a suburb of Dallas, there was never much to do. Consequently, I spent most of my time either reading or watching sports. Both were objects of fantasy, from the world of fiction in novels to the high-flying superstars in the NBA. However, I believed anything was possible.
Here we are, the end; of the book I mean. My life has been a long journey with a lot of things that could be different. It’s hard to tell what the first thing I might change would be. It’s not just myself that I would change, there are some choices that I would also maybe make different. It may be hard to think about how it would affect me in the long term and in the short term. I’m not sure what I would really think would be something I would want to try again.
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.
Dealing with the grief of a loved one is not an easy task. Only time can heal the pain of someone you’re used to be around is suddenly gone. When my uncle passed it was the first experience with death in which I was old enough to understand. Nobody really close to my family had passed away before, so I was unprepared with the pain and sadness that came with it. I also thought about it but I never really thought of something like this happening to me. I wish I had spent more time with my uncle, but I never thought about it because I never thought he would passing away so quickly. This is always why it is good for every day to show your family how much you love and appreciate them because you never know when their last day on earth is.
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.