Essay On The Saddest Day Of My Life

As I ran down the stairs frantically searching for my mom and dad there was a loud bang that came from outside. I saw my mom in the kitchen and told her what was happening. She was one step ahead of me. She was already packing food for the trip to grandmas house where we would take refuge for awhile. I called my best friend Skye and told her that her family was welcome to take the trip with us. Then I went upstairs

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

The remaining eighth hour and complete seventh hour, I spent contacting family members and telling them of my unfortunate news. My immediate family, my husband D, my mom, dad AC, brother Ambi, and my two sisters, Addi and Theve were the first to hear the news. They immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed over to the house. The conversation was sad and difficult for me because I did not want to tell them I was leaving them, but I had to.

we settled and got some rest got something to eat and then the next morning we woke up and went to universal studios for the past 4 days and it was fun but once we got home it wasn't weeks before i was home my grandma was in the hospital she was rushed to the hospital because she was having chest pain she had to have heart surgery then osf messed up on something so she was rushed to chicago by helicopter and all the family went up to chicago to see how she was doing once she got there she had gotten sicker a hour or two of her being there she had passed away to her funeral was the worst part seeing the person that was there for you all of your life was heart breaking i didn't get emotional until after we dropped my moms friend off that went with my mom for support that's when i

I knelt beside the form of my dog, a friend from birth, dying. His trusting eyes looked into mine as he breathed his last breath. I cried more that day than I had ever cried in my entire life. One of my best friends, dead. But no matter how sad and horrifying that day was for me, it will always be implanted in my memory as the first time I ever lost someone close to me.

We got inside the house and it turned out my uncle, aunt, and cousin would be going too. While my younger siblings were preoccupied, Mom rushed me and everyone that was going to the car so the younger kids didn’t cry when they saw us leave. My cousin and I sat in the very back while the

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

“It is a shame that her father left her...this happened because her mother failed her job as a wife...she is so young...what was her father thinking?”, my relatives whispered as they sipped their tea. My cousin’s face turned pale like the white blanket of snow falling outside the lodge at the camp in Lake Tahoe. Her expression held so many emotions as if it was a canvas of a painting to be gazed upon. I could see that she felt frustrated and tired of these rude remarks, and all I did was just stand there and caressed the back side of her hands, so I could comfort her. Suddenly, it felt like the air had thickened so much that even a hammer could not slash it into tiny bits. My cousin had not yet known why her father left the house yesterday.

I was jittering in the front seat trying to calm the awful thoughts in my mind. What if she didn't make it? What if she's gone by the time we make it there? My mind was racing and it was evident that my dad's was too. He was speeding down the road leaving my other family behind.

I unbuckled my car seat and leaned forward to see my mother’s tear stricken face. I had never seen my mother cry with such sincerity. Her mascara streaking down her cheeks, creating canals of charcoal grime that tarnished her otherwise flawless face. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she attempted to talk through another sob. The sight of her pulled me back to only minutes earlier when

I experienced a devastating moment on December 21, 2013. Alex and I were childhood friends who grew up playing basketball and we were always writing poetry down. But it was a difficult environment where we lived because there always a fight going down, illegal substances, and even worse someone dying. Alex died from severe gunshot wounds. After I heard the news about him, I cried like a pouring waterfall. My tears dropped down to the ground and then the dirt turned soggy. Alex’s death was one of the most devastating times in my entire life.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.

There are good days and bad days but sometimes bad more than good. When we focus on the bad days that takes away the positive things in life. I have the world's best parents all they want to see me do is succeed but I have let them down. It makes me mad when I let my parents down because I know I could do better but I do not. When I was younger I was depressed and was not happy. My mom tried so many different counselors and nothing ever worked. No one could change me I had to change myself.

Have you ever encountered a tragic moment and saved someone’s life? All of a sudden I was the only one that could help because everyone else was in shock. The bravest moment of my life that surprised me was giving CPR to a man in a restaurant.