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5 Stages Of Grief

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Through Life and Death and Back Again They say there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, and the closer the people are to you, the worse it is when you lose them. Death. When the word pops into your mind, you immediately think of sadness, sorrow, and gloominess, but the word itself is not so terrifying. However, what it does to us is. It feels as if part of your soul is ripped out and tortured, but it is not like any wound. It never can truly heal, it is a burden forever in your heart. People try to spend most of their time to indulge themselves with happiness, trying to patch up the hole in their heart that they have lost, but they never can. My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer before she died. …show more content…

The telephone bellowed throughout the house, my dad quickly rushed to the phone. I hurriedly followed after him. He picked up the phone, making the absurdly loud ringing put to an end. The twinkle in his eyes slowly faded. I knew from the look of his eyes that it was bad news. A few days ago, my mother took a plane to Taiwan to check up with my grandmother’s health condition. Me: “What happened?”, I asked even though I knew what the verdict was. Dad: “Y-Your grandmother died.”, he replied, stuttering a little while he said this While I already guess what happened, I still couldn’t bear the truth. I dashed into my room and slammed the door, tears streaming down my face. A week later... A small, cool breeze blew my hair, making it dance in the air for a couple of seconds, before dying down. It was in the middle of March, the sky was sunny and innocent looking, as if nothing happened, but something did. The group of people dressed in black surrounded and stared at the cold, empty looking stone. The pain of her loss hitting me like a ton of bricks. I thought to myself, how was a headstone with her name carved into it, ever going to amount to what she did in life, all the happiness that she spread? Where would she be when we needed her? I had to accept the bitter, hard truth, she wouldn’t be with me anymore. I glanced over to my mom who was silently weeping while looking at the gravestone. A small tear slid down the side of my face, slightly glittering

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