A Happy Moment In My Life

Something in my stomach was telling me I would not see him. I did not tell anyone this though just in case I was wrong. But I was right I always have a way of knowing these things. He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of relief washed over everyone except me. The person at the door was the only policeman in town and Frank the town leader. My mom could not keep it together. It is a hard sight to see when your mom is sad. The person you look up to when you are a kid is crying. That can mess a 6 year old kid up. The time that would take place next went from 0 to 100 so fast. We cremated my dad's body and moved. My mom picked texas because it had good schools. We did not have any family though and sometimes I felt as if that was a bad decision. My mother would not tell me how my dad died until I was 16. Not living without a dad can be hard. When it is at the crucial age of 6. You need a good role model. My brother became my dad if he liked it or not. Everything that happened in my life seemed like a blurr. The fact my dad was dead never really hit me. But it hit me so hard and so fast. It was like a brick wall. I started almost failing my classes, sleeping all the time, eating a lot, not exercising, moping all the time. I still suffer from it today. Back then though I wanted to die. But it is so much better. I learned that I held my mom accountable and my dad for

The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.

My life, my family all passed away in front of my eyes and what did I do, watch them disappear.

I’m going through the loss of my grandpa. My mother helped my through the loss. We got through it together at my house with my mom and dad. I faced I faced this tragedy when I went to the funeral.

I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

Watching my grandmother lay in the hospital and dieing was one of the most painful feelings I have ever felt in my life. I felt many different emotions when she passed away. I felt sad, angry, shocked, and many more, but all those feelings made me stronger as person mentally. I knew that one day everyone would die and no one could control that. Her death affected me in both a positive and negative way. My dad regrets many things that he did to his mom, so I know now that one day my parents will die and I should respect them and let them know I love them every day. The death of my grandma also made a negative effect on my life. Ever since she passed away my family been breaking

When I was told the news that my father died I felt like I just got punched in the stomach. At first I could not believe it was real until I actually saw his body. I may not be a scientist like my father but I was extremely close to him. After a day from his death just the mention of his name hurt terribly. When I jumped dimensions and landed in London I realized then that my dad could be here and alive. The thought of my father being alive and nearby made me bubble up inside. I wanted to run to him, jump into his arms, and hug him tight. I wanted to go home and see my family in the London dimension until I searched them finding out that my family died in an accident. Reading the articles, I was heartbroken. I could not think or breath

I, however, did not cope with death too well. The moment when I found out about my grandmothers death is something I remember like it was yesterday. Let me start from the beginning.

I got called from my mom and sister one day while I was at the concentration camp and my mom said “We need you to come home”, while she was crying. So im thinking in my head what could be happening. Then I knew it I thought about my dad and how he had been sick for a while now, then I started crying.

It was my Senior year at AUB when I was heading out of the Trivia night organized at the Biology department chatting with my friends about our weekend plans and how excited we are to be almost done with Premed years. I was planning to go spend some time with my grandparents in the South. Little did I know; however, that planning doesn’t always go the way we hope. I received a call that my grandpa fell and had major hip fracture which left him immobile in the ICU. The next day, I headed with my father to my village to check on him when suddenly my dad busted into tears. I then knew that it was true, that death is true. The word death struck me like a thunderbolt. I did not know how to react back then. All I could think of as I headed there

For almost a decade I could not accept the reality of loss. But as time progressed, I learned how to turn a negative experience into a positive one. Although I still have periods of grief, I know my dad lives on in me. Every accomplishment I achieve, I think of him. My father would not want me to be depressed. He would want me to be happy and move on with my life. I view this as the reason why I have the inner strength I do as a young adult. I will never forget my dad and the times we shared. I understand the reality of loss. I learned to appreciate the time I have with those I care about. Time is fragile, we never know when we could lose somebody. Allowing myself to grieve, but trying to find meaning and appreciation in every hardship I faced enabled me to become

When I was nine my father died. Death sprung from its hiding place and took what was most dear to me. I love my dad; he taught me to love and to enjoy life. We often went fishing and biking together. After his death the bikes and fishing poles collected dust in the garage. Sometimes when I let the feelings get to me, I would stare at the two dusty bikes and fishing poles and punch them with my small hands.

I was just sitting in a chair. I had been talking to my mother while my little sister was in the kitchen eating breakfast and the older one slept upstairs. It was 11:45 at this time and it was quiet. That’s when it happened, the chair under me shook and I watched as the pictures trembled against the walls. It felt like something had hit the house. My thoughts immediately went to my older sister who was sleeping upstairs. I remember thinking if something went through the roof it hit her first. I was already on my feet and on the stairs when I heard my mom ask, “What was that?” and I honestly thought that the tree next to our house had finally fallen over. I reached the bedroom and opened the door. My sister hadn’t even heard the noise. Confused I ran back down the stairs and saw my mom on her way out the door. I began to piece together that this was bigger than just us at this point as I saw people leaving their houses