Anxious : My Mother And Mother

I was awaken by my mothers frantic crying. Immediatly I broke down because I already knew what that meant. My grandpa was no longer living. We rushed to hospice were his cold lifeless body was still laying in the hospital bed. Walking into that room was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. The moment we stepped into the door our family members were all circled around the hospital bed and all that was heard was weeping and crying. My mother was clearly affected the most by his death because she was the definition of a daddy’s girl. When she saw him laying there she instantly brroke down and rushed to his bedside and began talking to him as if he was alive. I remember her repeadtly saying “ I love you Wedaddy”. The look on my mothers face broke my heart. She had always been the light in a dark room. She was always the person that found a way to put a smile on everyones face. I had never seen her like this and it frightened me. Looking at my garndpa lay there lifeless and realizing I would never be able to get one of his famous hugs hurt

Losing my mother, the most important person to me , was a life changing event that altered the way I see the world. Knowing that she is in a better place and at peace is everything I could've wanted for my mother. As me and my siblings grow older we miss her more every day. I have learned never to take someone for granted because we aren't promised forever with them. We have to make the most of who and what we

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

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.

When I was a sophomore my mother was diagnosed with cancer and as a result, I have spent most of my college career dealing emotional with the result. She is free of disease as of right now but it was a long and tumultuous journey to get there. I practically spent 2 years without a mother because she was so sick and I had to take her role. I organized family events, cooked them meals when I could, did their shopping all while going to school three hours away and having constant fear that my mother and the love of my life was going to die. That is only my personal struggle with it, not even taking into account her trauma or my fathers or brothers. It almost seems selfish to reflect on this because it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I went through stages where I was horrified and so scared and then I was angry and selfish. I wanted my mother back, I wanted her to make me dinner when I came home from college and send me care packages again. I wanted her to go shopping every weekend like she used to and spend money on things that weren’t hospital bills. I wanted to call her and hear something other than how she couldn’t get chemotherapy that week because she was so weak and was rushed to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I was tired of talking to people about it and people asking if I was okay. I felt like a broken record, “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, school is

This made me think about what I would do if my mother died. I believe I would probably be very sad, but I would also keep moving in life. I can’t just stop what I am doing because someone has died -- my aunt’s death already taught me that. Everyone has to go sometime; that time will come sooner or later -- it’s inevitable. Starting anew every time someone close dies is a bad idea, because one will never get anything done that way. (84

After several weeks of my Grandmother passing, I came to realize she wasn’t coming back. The feeling of shock had left and now I felt intense amount of emotional suffering. The continuous feeling of pain and unanswered questions lingered about in my mind. I began to wonder how it could have happened and what people could have done differently. At this time, my whole family was grieving over the loss as well.

My father left my mother as a young immigrant, he left me at a young age, I only had my mother and my little sister. I couldn’t imagine the world without them, so when I discovered I could potentially lose my mother, I almost fell apart.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

Although her death was a tragedy, it made me realize that this is the only life I will ever have, and I need to embrace every aspect of it and not take one millisecond of it for

Her passing has made me learn so much about myself and recognize what is truly important in life. I think about everything she has taught me or had tried to teach me all those years. I recall and replay her advice and knowledge inside my head like a broken record each time I am feeling super critical about my decisions and myself. Now that she is gone, I wish I could do it all over again and be a better son growing up. Even though I think about that on a regular basis, I have to remind myself that what done is done. She loved me no matter what. Use what I did growing up as a reminder to move forward and be successful. Most of all, I will always remember my mother for doing everything in her power to keep me moving

The time she came home from Arizona, is the time I realized – my mom was sick, like really sick. She went from my happy, energetic mom, to someone so skinny she didn't have the energy to get out of bed some days. My state of denial started to weaken and weaken. What happens at this point? What do I think? What do I do? Letting go of the fact that my mom isn't going to get better was the hardest part. The mom that I love and cherish, the mom that has raised me to be the woman I am today, the mom that taught me right from wrong, the mom that loved me isn't going to be here anymore? I don't think so...at least, I didn't want to think so. But that's it, I had to. All the time I had to think, because what else are you supposed to do? My mom was dying and I couldn't do anything about

On January 22, 2016 my mom , Tara Nicole Coughlin passed away in Ormond Beach Florida. My mom was 34 when she passed away. It was a lot to handle. It felt sorta like I had lost the other part of me, the part that I thought I would never loose, the part that I thought would always be with me . It had felt like just yesterday I was on the phone with her and she was telling me the jobs she was going to apply for.

Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

Every morning I still wake up thinking that she is there drinking her tea in her room , watching tv. Then suddenly the truth comes rushing up to me and I realize that it is just a dream hanging around me still, and a cold despair fall upon me. I feel empty inside. My mother’s death was a really sobering experience I’ve passed through. It was the most devastating loss in my life.