Essay On Pepaw's Funeral Home

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

During the spring break of 2015, my brother who was 10 at the time of the traumatic event, had a grand mal seizure at 8:21 in the morning. When I saw him having the seizure I sat in the recliner and felt completely and utterly useless. As his older brother it was extremely traumatic for me because I couldn’t help him and I just sat there feeling as if it was my fault that this happened. All I could do was just watch him shake and writhe on the couch. We were staying at my grandparents’ house and my grandma had dealt with a child that had seizures. So my grandma told us we would wait fifteen minutes and if he didn’t come to his senses we would call the paramedics. Well low and behold he didn’t come out of it so we called 911 and we waited for

The fall of 2014 was the absolute worst few months of my life. It started in the middle of September. My dad suddenly one day had a sharp pain in his side. He said he was fine, but my mom was not having that and got him to go to the hospital. The pain passed but that week they set up all kinds of scans to find out what was wrong. They figured out the pain was just gallstones. They thought they could just remove it, but that did not happen. In the same scan they found a mass in his chest. The doctors did not know what it was, so they came up with a few possibilities. A few weeks later, in the middle of October, they scheduled a surgical biopsy. Dr. Wallace, the surgeon, told us there were a few different outcomes from the surgery. I do not remember it all exactly, but I know there was one bad outcome and three others that were curable and they could fix right then and there. If it was one of the three things they could do a whole nother operation right there that day and remove it. The fourth was cancer.

There was more than enough room to travel around the rooms. Every room had extra space if the person was in a wheelchair, scooter, or had a walker. This extra room allowed accessibility to all individuals who visited the funeral home.

It was the morning of August29,2005,as we sit in the fourth floor of the hospital room my mother is in, all of a sudden we hear heavy rain and powerful wind that was going about 140 miles per hour. We thought it might be a regular storm because it was already raining for hours , but then all the televisions and the phones and power all of a sudden go out and thats not normal at all. The nurses had to get all the "bed ridden" patients out the rooms and into the hallway as they are doing this the nurses got into panic mode.. and started DROPPING medication and giving patients medication they do not need.. and then it was this BIG striking that hit the side of the building and broke all the windows.. so then we where trying to make sure we didnt get hit by the glass.The nurses got out of luck and one screamed " We are going to die anyway", as soon as she said that everybody got out of hope and stopped trying to survive. Also after she said that one of the other nurses came and gave my mother a pill but I smacked it out her hand and told my mom she is not taking it. Over 3O patients that was there died and they demanded that all the visitors leave the hospital even though

Tuesday, September 12th wasn’t any normal day, it was a day of remembrance and sadness. Everyone in the family met at the church at 10 a.m., we then sat there and socialized until eleven o'clock. The preacher, pianist, and singer then walked out into the chapel where we all sat, with emptiness in our hearts. The pianist then started playing a church tune, and the singer, a lady from the church, started singing. Some of the people in the family then glanced at each other and tried not to laugh at the horrid sound of the lady. After she finally stopped singing, the pastor walked up to the casket. He then said, “Bow your heads, We stand here today to honor Robert F. “Bob” Williams.”

At some point during the night Jenn was transferred from the emergency department and admitted to Butterworth’s cardiac intensive care unit in the Fred & Lena Meijer Heart Center. My dad refused to leave my sister’s side, staying with her night and day throughout her hospital stay. He fought with the doctors and nurses when they tried to tell him to go home and get some rest, stating that he felt he needed to be there. Overnight guests were strictly forbidden in the ICU, so they wouldn’t allow him a bed or a reclining chair. My dad slept on the cold hard floor next to Jenn’s bed, waking up for every person that came in the room. Having a conversation with the doctors or nurses every hour checking for status updates reporting any changes in Jenn’s condition that he had

On August 8th, 2012 I received a call from an unknown number, claiming to be from the Northern Nevada Correctional Center (NNCC). I had no idea who could be calling me from that number at 7:38PM. I heard a familiar voice on the other line telling me to stay calm and go to my step mothers house, that same familiar voice also told me that he was arrested and convicted of a felony. My heart sunk into my stomach, tears running down my face, feeling paralyzed with no words to speak, not knowing what to ask or say. That familiar voice was my dad, this call happened 5 days after my birthday, the first birthday that he actually remembered after 10 years. Never in a million years would I have thought on receiving an alarming

March 8th of 2013 is a date that will forever be engraved in my history. That sunny Friday would soon turn into a treacherous storm that would change my life forever. It began when my mother woke up. She was ready to take me to school as usual, but today she was feeling different. As we got inside the car, she had a hard time walking due to a painful sting she had in her lower abdomen. The car ride turned into a horror show as she began screaming from the pain she was experiencing, as if she were ready go into labor. Me, not knowing what to do, asked her if I should call 911. She refused. I was feeling anguished since was driving with the pain, which could have resulted in a car crash. As I got to school, I saw her ride off with a painful look

Everyone has experienced a difficult time in their lives either by making a difficult desition or by experiencing something. My most difficult experience was when my father was having brain procedure done to fix an arteriovenous malformation or is also known by AVM (malformation of arteries and veins). It all started in the summer of 2016 my dad suffer a stroke. He dad was home alone, and knew that something was not right, he was able to dial the first contact on his phone, it so happen to be my sister and, was able to tell her that something was wrong, as she rush over across town to check on my dad she found him on the couch not being able to move his left extremities. She rushed him to the nearest hospital, after running many tests they found he had a hemorrhagic

I had just turned seven, pay parents had freshly moved into Maryland and were getting familiar to this new state. One day my parents went to go visit an old friend of theres. When we went over i played outside with my dads friends daughter's and my siblings. We were playing a game of soccer in there back yard, when suddenly I got an attack that had no warning i stopped breathing and I started to see flickering lights around my eyes. My new friends and siblings went to alert my parents of what has just occured. My parents left the humble family home and rushed me outside without asking where the nearest hospital was. They believed the nearest hospital was the Children's Hospital in Washington DC. My parents were in Laurel which is a 40min drive

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

December 2, 2009 was probably one of the scariest days of my life. The day leading up to about 6:00pm that night was just like any other day. I woke up went to school, came home and got ready for practice. Nothing out of the ordinary. My mom and I were driving into town that evening on my way to practice. My mom got a phone call about half way into town. She seemed very puzzled and unsettled. I didn’t think anything of it, to me it was just adult talk. Tears rolled down her face and I kept hearing my dad's name. I started to get worried and tugging on my mom's sleeve, asking her what was going on. As she hung up the phone her only words to me were “We are going to the hospital right now.”

My grandfather, “abuelito Pedro”, he was my father's dad, he lived in Mexico but I would always be on the phone with him and when he would come visit we would have the best time. I was very fond of him so when I found out he was getting sicker I didn’t take it very well. It was a week before his death that we found out he was getting sicker, that he barely ate anything, he slept very little, and that he didn’t have the strength to get up anymore, but we assumed he would get better like he always did.On Monday February 22, we had gotten a phone call early in the morning from my aunt saying that he had gotten extremely sick. The whole day we were kept updated and I remember precisely that my mom, all my sisters and I were sitting in the kitchen around the phone waiting for a call we all knew was coming. At around 4 p.m the phone rang, I knew what it was before anyone even picked up the phone. I fell on my knees crying so loud, it felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart. When my sister got off the phone she said that he had passed away in the car halfway to the