Brigid Long Night : The Story Of Living With My Parents

The day after he went to the hospital my dad's mom had asked if I would like to go with her up to my cousin's house because they lived an hour away. My first thought was I could not go because I need to go to the hospital and see him. My mom had told me to go and have fun and the next morning I would go up with her and see him. So I went and we went shopping and out to eat. Later that night, right before I was about to be heading home, my dad was calling me. I answered it and the first thing he said was "he passed." My heart dropped. Do you ever have that feeling where nothing seems right? I was I was in so much shock my body went numb. I could not believe he just passed, and it did not hit me till after his

While students were watching videos in spanish class, a front desk helper came to fetch me. I felt a strong darkness running through my heart as I began to walk. The front desk advisor quickly said, “I am sorry for your loss”, then softly rubbed my shoulder as I weakly walked to my car, headed for home. A few years later my memories start to fade, and all I can recall are the happy parts of being with my father.

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

Death is an ending that everyone has to endure. I was in the concrete operations stage of cognitive development when I have had encountered my papa’s and uncle’s death. Unlike the story when listened to when the young boy was in the pre-operations, I fully understood the concept of death (Hill). When I was in 7th grade, I lost my papa in a week span of developing Emphyasema. When I was that age, I understood that my papa was sick and that his wishes were to never be on life support. My family followed his wishes. I remember there being our priest being there but I was not sure why he would be there since my papa did not believe in going to church. I noticed many relationships among my family change after my papa’s death. I remember seeing how

Throughout my entire life some of the closest people to me have either lost their lives to or are currently battling against cancer. Recently I came home from Philadelphia where I go to college and the next morning when I went downstairs to my dad immediately telling me to sit down because he had to tell me something and simultaneously my mom is sitting soundlessly next to him. An overwhelming feeling instantaneously came over me and I knew I wasn’t going to hear good news. My dad asked me, “What is multiple myeloma?” and unhesitatingly my heart sunk and broke into a million pieces. I screamed out of fear, “Who has cancer!” and my dad with a look of grief just stares at me without speaking and I turn to my mom who looks at me with a distraught face. I screamed, “Mom, do you have cancer?” and I got no answer so I screamed, “Dad, do you have cancer?” and still no answer and lastly I screamed, “Does grandma have cancer?” and still I get no answer. Terrified at this point I am begging for them to tell me and my dad says you will have never guess who was diagnosed with cancer. After guessing wrong my parents finally told me and I was left speechless. It was my uncle and he has always treated me as if I was his own daughter. I never expected to hear this news and I especially never expected something so tragic to happen to such an amazing man. After processing the news for about a week I called him and he talked to me as if nothing has changed and he was telling me, “Kajel I am

My father came to U.S every year to work. Most of the time spent with my mother and my brothers. I remember when was time for my father to come to the United State and left my family because of work, it was the hardest for me, well not only for me but also for my family. Every time that I saw my father to say goodbye, my behavior changed. Since was the only girl of four brothers. I was most of the time with him, but he always treated all siblings equally. He returned every year to visit my family. The hardest part of my life, started one day when he started to did not feel well, something wrong was with his feet, that he could not even walk and it was sad thing, seeing my father sick, he could not even walk, but he always told me “daughter I am good don’t worry, everything its fine” well that words made me feel better, I knew that he was lying. However, my mind thought positive. All started on a Tuesday, I was eating in the kitchen with one of my brothers, we heard that my mother was calling my brother. She was screaming and my brother runs. Then I went to check if everything was fine, I saw that two of my brothers were trying to open the door of one of the rooms. My mother saw me there and she told me “go away” I saw their behaviors was not good, was scared, but I stayed with her. My brother finally opened the door. My father was trying to commit suicide. After, I saw my father trying to do that, just run, hug him and cried with him, I remember to

Two years ago today, my father passed away in a tragic accident no one foresaw. The night before he passed away, he came into my room and told me that he had a secret and a present to give me.

As I got my brother, I know something was up because we never had family meetings. Also, my mom looked dreadful. This was also the first time I had ever felt scared. When we all were at the table our mom said, “ Kids, you know Maggie was old right?” We both nodded, so she could continue, now I know something was really inadequate, “ When I got to the vet today our veterinarian said that even if she gave Maggie the shot that she would just get worse but very slowly. So, I did what I had to do for Maggie. Kids, I had to put her down. She died in my arms.” I was initially crying because I loved Maggie. Mom said she had Maggie's ashes. But I could barely here because I was crying so hard. We also still have the ashes on the mantel. At the time a prayed a lot for god to bring her back to our family. I predicted at the time I was still in shock. I remember her, and I still miss her sometimes. But I know that she did not suffer that much. I also know that she is a better

My great grandmother had a stroke and she was taken to the hospital by the ambulance. By the time we arrived there, she had already been rushed to the emergency room. As I screamed, and cried my eyes out for her, my parents tried to calm me down. After crying and praying for about 45 minutes, I felt so weak and drained out that I had to lie down. Then I heard a voice saying, “Mrs. Roberts, your mother will be okay but right now she’s in the intensive care unit, so you will not be able to see her at this moment”. My mom and her sisters came back into the waiting room with smiles on their faces, and told us what the doctor said. They said that my great grandma had a stroke that was caused by her high blood pressure, but with medical treatment and rest, everything will be fine.

When my father die it was the worse day of my life. He had been sick for years but I never thought it would come a day that he wouldn’t be there. My father was a loving, caring, and very hard-working man. He suffer from a condition called CHF or Congestive Heart Failure, where fluid would build up around his heart. It would causes him

Last May, my father had been feeling sick for a couple of weeks. Every day and night, it was something different for him. Even though I wasn’t going through what he was going through, I still felt the pain and anxiety that he had constantly. I would spend the days that I

Trying to be strong-minded, I asked to go back to school three days after my dad 's death. I remember getting on the bus and everyone 's eyes were on my siblings and I. Life had gone on the same around us, but yet everything in my family 's life had changed drastically. I remember when I first sat down and the girl in front of me named Zoey turned around to speak to me. She was several years younger than I and lacked a filter as so many innocent children do. She looked at me and asked, "How did your dad die?" I remember immediately feeling overheated and while I had been trying hard to act like nothing had changed, I felt that a bus had slammed into me again. I felt sadness the most in my dad 's death; but I also felt a strong sense of

In the afternoon he usually spent a couple of hours locked in his room and at night he laid on his bed without being able to sleep. One day I was so worried that my dad didn't eat enough, so around the time he locked himself in his room, I went to listen to what was happening. It was then that I heard my father cry for the first time. Something told me that I had to look for a way to open the door and try to console him so I did. When I opened the door I told him that I understood his pain because I was feeling it too, my sister was on the verge of death but that didn’t mean I had to make myself sick. He said he knew I needed him and so did my mother but that he felt guilty that it was his baby the one sick and not him. As tears came out of his eyes, he told me that he wanted to protect me and my sister more than anything else. His incapability of taking my sister’s sickness away made him really sad but he also didn’t want me to see him so broken so he thought that by hiding himself from me, his pain would affect me less. There was a beautiful feeling in his words. I was used to seeing my dad constantly protect and embrace my sister and me, but I never knew how important his daughters were to

On January 10, 2013 my family and I received a devastating phone call during the middle of the night. It was my aunt who told us that my grandma only had a couple of days to live. She was in her early sixties, had grey hair and whenever she smiled you could see her wrinkles. Also, she was short and loved watching telenovelas with my grandpa. At that moment it seemed like the whole world crashed down on me. I felt my heart sink and tears started rolling down my face. I went into my room and cried until I had a headache. The next morning, I didn’t remember what had happened after, I was clueless. I walked to the kitchen and found my parents having some fresh brewed coffee and I knew they hadn’t slept at all. They looked up when they saw me, but then continued on with their conversation. I could tell my mom was hurting and breaking inside. I wanted to give her a tight hug, but at that moment I couldn’t move. After breakfast, everyone went about their usual day. No

I woke up in the hospital a few days later, and the first thing my eyes fell on was my father asleep in a chair positioned next to my hospital bed. Even though he was asleep he was gripping my hand incredibly tight as if my body was the Holy Grail, and he was chosen to protect it. I squeezed his hand back and he jolted awake. He had an inviting smile on his face but his eyes were so broken and lost. He leaned in closer and caressed my face with his rough hands that had never felt so soft.