Eulogy That Changed My Life

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

I sat down to write this eulogy the weekend before my mother died. I was in a chair next to her bed, keeping her company as she dozed. Initially, I thought this would be the hardest thing I would ever write. But the truth is, as I watched her sleep, I took comfort in knowing she was lost in a dream-world instead of plagued by her dark reality—and the words poured out of me like I too was lost in a world of dreams. Dreams that brought me back to the imaginary games we played when I was just a kid, secrets confided between a mother & dauggter, lessons learned, I love you”s exchanged, her beaming pride, our friendship, arguments that exhausted both of us, and the reconciliations that always brought us back together.

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.

I began convulsions as my brain was trying to stimulate my lungs to get more air. My eyes began to close and it was extremely hard to open them and keep them open. I soon started seeing black surrounding my eyes and everyone became a blur. I was not able to respond to anyone because I could not get enough air to both breathe and talk. I could hear their questions like “Mariah, can you hear me?” or “Hello. Mariah. I need you to respond.” I felt quite scared because I was trying my hardest, but nothing was coming out. The lady said my oxygen level was 58 and I was near respiratory failure, so I needed to get to the hospital. I began to become very nervous and uneasy. All I could see was black and my body could not stop shaking. The paramedics were in serious mode because due to my unresponsiveness and uncontrollable shaking they assumed I was having a small seizure. I got into the ambulance and they put an oxygen mask, which helped me breathe more than I could imagine. Once I arrived at the hospital they took me back to a room and gave me an oral steroid and a nebulizer treatment. This immediately

Around the end of January I began to feel ill. I was becoming weaker, I couldn’t even stand in the shower by myself. I lost around 10 pounds too. In the beginning of February, I went to the doctor with my mom. The doctor said we shouldn’t worry about it and it was probably just the flu. She also took a couple blood tests just in case it was something else. My mom took me to work with her, because she didn’t want to leave me alone at home. Later on that day, the doctor called my mom and told her to bring me into the hospital as soon as possible. At the time I had no idea what diabetes was. I was only 8 years old. It was February 9, 2007, and I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes. I ended up staying in the hospital for that whole week, and stayed

My heart was throbbing, heavily and I could feel my body shutting down, my vision was getting hazy. And then suddenly I heard the sirens of the ambulance and two paramedics got down to our rescue as I fell unconscious.

The doctor paid no attention to my behavior and made me lie down. He opened my eyelid and began examining me. He was very quick about it. He then sent me away and told an official nearby that I was fine. This relieved me, and I waited outside for my father to finish. Fathers check-up took longer than usual and that set me worrying; what would I do in this world without my father. I prayed to God to let him be ok. After 2 hours of tedious waiting my father finally came out, he had an H marked on him. He told me that he had a heart defection and would not see me for maybe weeks. I immediately got scared and held on to him. An officer yanked me away and took me to a

Have you had someone that has gave you advice or wisdom? Well I have and my dad was the one who gave me some words of wisdom and advice. He would always say, "never give up, to always try my best, And if you fall down, get right back up and try again." My dad has always been there for me and my sisters to give us all wisdom and knowledge in all things like sports, school, or life.

Baseball season was on the horizon and I needed to replace my bag so we drove to Academy. On the way to Academy I felt really tired but who doesn't when their sick. I started to walk into Academy and made it fifteen yards before everything went dark. I woke up being rushed into the ER hearing a lot of unfamiliar voices and the feeling of blood coming out of the side of my head. I was told that I had a seizure, shortly after that a familiar voice came in it was my grandma and behind her my mom and dad. I a matter of hours I had the situation explained and 8 staples in my head. Once moved to a regular room I was able to wash the blood out of my hair and take a shower.

“May God welcome his new angel, the late Harry Martin Jr to his place and watch over his family and friends.” After the pastor say those words, the gravediggers open the burial vault which made father made his way to the ground. The Congregation were quiet and didn’t stir any emotion, but tears were falling from my eyes and anger stab in my chest. Just last week, I was given piano advice from my father for my wedding gig; now, he is gone from an sudden heart attack which doesn’t make sense. My father never stuff any illness except for a common colds in his life, so have can a sudden heart attack happen? Hearing the news for the first time from my mother, I’ll couldn’t stop crying and can’t believe it, but there is an motive to my father’s

If you fainted, get medical help right away. Call your local emergency services (911 in the U.S.). Do not drive yourself to the hospital.

One day I woke up sick and was passing out a couple times in one day. That day I passed out I have really bad chest pain and couldn’t catch my breath. So I went to the ER and got checked, and received the worst news I ever heard as a young adult. “You have heart failure”. Once the doctor told me that I didn’t understand what was going to happen next and right there I felt like crying my eyes out. When I found out I was sick I started thinking back when I was three years out and got shocked. My family and I was thinking maybe that sparked something in my heart and cause a heart problems, so I told the doctors when I was getting checked and they said getting shocked

On July 31st around 12:30am my parents, siblings, cousins, and aunt were driving home from watching two movies at a drive-in-movie theater. We had met up with my other cousins, aunt, and uncle so we could all spend time together while my aunt and other cousins were in Ohio. I had just fallen asleep five minutes away from home when I started seizing. That is when I heard my aunt yell “Call 911!” and my mom yell to my dad who was driving to pull over. Within a few moments I had stopped seizing. I later found out my mom had

A week had went by, it was time for my big appointment at The University of Michigan Hospital. I was very scared that day, I was not expecting what was about to happen. After doing new test and blood work we finally had an answer. I tested positive for Kidney failure. They diagnosed me with instagelniferitus mostly known as chronic kidney diseases. It was a very sad day for us as a family, my mom and dad could not believe what had just happened, they felt like they were very helpless, which they were not at all. After all that I gone through it ended up being my kidneys failing. If it was not for one doctor I would not be here today to tell you what I had experienced. We did have to do more test but the only reason was because we needed to find out who would be the better match

As I slipped back in consciousness, there were doctors all around me. One of the doctors I recognized by the name of Weston Price Hill jr, which was my private physician and the son of Weston Price Hill which was my father private physician. He told me that we had been in unspeakable accident and that the Rolls were totaled. He then proceeded to ask me questions like how was I feeling, any pains, and he then told me I had three broken ribs and a broken leg. His smile quickly faded and he