Bob And Williams Narrative

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

We unloaded and moved our equipment into a back room and was told to stand-by until further instructions. We tried to lighten the mood by playing a couple of card games but soon thereafter, the funeral director informed us it was time to perform. Our six man detail lined up in two separate lines of three behind two closed doors. My heart started to pound harder and harder as time grew. About five minutes later, the double doors open and we proceed to slowly march out to the designated location. Once in position, both single file lines turned inwards to perform our flag fold ceremony.

My dad pulled me out of the chapel and told me it was okay to cry, that the only way to get through something was to accept what had happened, and that if that made me cry, it was okay. Everybody sees crying as a weakness but it is not. Crying is a coping method for me, and many other people that i know. After the ceremony, many people left and went home. As i collected myself, I watched the leaves fall off the trees and to the ground as we followed the hearse that carried my great grandmother inside of it. We got out of the car and walked to the burial, where everybody stood and said their last words about Nannie. I stood in between my dad and my grandma, she reached into her pocket and handed me the cross that i had given to my great grandmother. I set it down in her right hand, remembering her telling me how much she loved her cross and how she felt that it would always keep her safe.

The experience was honestly chilling. I couldn’t remember a time I ever saw my Grandfather in a state like he was then. He had always been strong and joyful, smiling at anyone who was willing to spend the time to look. So, when I saw him, practically skin sticking to bone, it took everything I had to not cry the streams of tears that screamed to pour out. He was someone who I always respected, and now he was fighting to stay alive, and losing.

We got to the motel and saw all the family and told them what happened. They all got teary eyed and told us if we need anything to let them know. It felt good knowing there were people there to help whenever you needed it. The rodeo went on and we went to lunch with my brother and even went to a nice country style street

I just cried. I didn't know if he was ok or if he was dead/alive. I hadn't heard from him ever since he was gone.

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

Mom is trying to tell us what happened but she's crying, then she makes out the words that she's having a double lung transplant. I start running around screaming because she has a disease that she has to be put on oxygen. Also she has to get new lungs.Most people die without ever getting the call to get new lungs but my mom did.I was full of joy and yet super scared I didn't know what to feel so I screamed . My whole family was crying tears of joy, especially me.

The day was gloomy and a bit chilly−a perfect day for a funeral if that was possible−as she sat on the folding chair staring at the bronze casket a few feet from her. Ruth recalled while growing up her grandfather always treated her special and they shared many good times. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she wanted to smile knowing shortly her grandfather would be laid to rest beside the love of his life, her grandmother. Since his heart attack she had visited him daily at the Mountaineer Nursing Home. He told her stories about the ghost on Putney Mountain, the loud screams in the day and the lights at night. Sometimes he talked about the secrets of Howardsville and promised one day he would divulge them to her. However, he passed away before

I come from a big family with many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. As I was standing there all alone I thought back to the time when I got to spend a week with Fran. Almost a year ago to the date, most of the family was together for my other uncle's wedding. All the cousins sat at the same table and we had such a good time together. He was a busy person, he

I remember the dark clouds looming heavy above, filled with potential moisture ready to be released to the ground. I remember sitting on the soft chair of the funeral home next to my family. But mostly I remember my little brother lying so still, so peaceful, in the small white box meant to preserve him from the cold grasps of deterioration. Bouquets of colorful flowers surrounded him and how out of place they looked with the gloomy atmosphere. He was dressed in the sharpest little white suit, his hair done as the Great Gatsby himself. He looked so angelic lying there, unmoving, painless. He looked as though he was finally free, free of the pain from the terrible convulsions that racked his tiny

My family and I loved Jacob, it was hard for us to get thru. Especially extra hard on Denny,Dennis,Paula, and Jacob’s mom, everyone was crying at the funeral, I was holding in my tears and halfway to the end I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I bursted into tears, it was hard to stop. Once Denny

The truth is, I didn’t want to go at all, and I knew it would be very painful. Sure enough, when the deceased young man’s mother’s eyes locked on mine and she grabbed my hand, it seemed like an eternity! It was like she was holding on to her son’s life; it was painful, awkward, and very hard. I’m glad that the kids talked me into going, it was healing for everyone.

I cried so hard. nobody knows how it feel to loose a family member that close to you especially one you grew up with. I talk to him everyday on the phone he has grew up in so many ways. I remember one day i went to go see him it was

The morning was gloomy and cold. Today was November 22nd at the Hope Lutheran Church. Today, my family and I were attending Grandma’s memorial service. My family looked so cleaned up and fancy. I thought if this wasn’t a memorial service we were going to, we looked like we were going to a fancy dinner. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the latter. All 14 of us piled into two separate cars and headed on our way. I felt empty and hollow approaching the church. Today would be the day that my family and I would shed waterfalls streaming from our eyes. The church had felt homely and rustic before, but now it felt dark and sad. Grandma didn’t deserve to die, I thought, as I went through the doors of the church. The church felt warm inside, like a warm blanket from the dryer. Why is 2014 such a bad year for us? Why did Uncle Mike die? Why