Fall Sad Memory Research Paper

I remember one sunny California afternoon, we were sitting on a park bench. She looked at me with her crystal blue eyes. She said “James, I will always be with you.” I knew

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

Grief and depression are very different subjects, but can lead to co-existing when a tragic event happens, such as death. Grief is

Soon we got to my grandma's house and we rushed to her room and saw her in her bed but, she didn't give me that big bear hug. On her stomach was the orange and yellow thing, I tried to grab it but my mom just gave it to me in tears. They grabbed these big brown things and started to put her stuff in there. My mom found another orange and yellow thing and didn't put it in the big brown box thing she put it in my diaper bag while giving it a kiss. She and my grandma were heart broken. A person came up to my mom and said,¨ I'm sorry for your lost.¨ and left

I was playing laser tag. Then when the game ended I went to my mom. The people around me were talking to each other and saying that there was a tornado coming. Everyone started panicking and so did I. I ran over to my step-grandmother. She said to me,”Everything will be alright.” Then my mom, sister, and Mrs. Hall came over to comfort me.

Four months ago I lost my grandmother who was a very adorable person for me, when I was not in my house. People kept coming to our place in order to give their condolences. It was very hard for me to understand that she is not in this world any more. She was the sweetest person in my life whom I could hug tightly and kiss on her cheek. When I asked my mother the

I had a nightmare and I woke up in the middle of the night. I decided to walk around a little bit and maybe gets something to eat. I walked into the living room and I saw my grandma asleep on the couch. I woke her up and asked where my parents and what was going on and she told me.

One morning I was woken up very early and my dad sat on the edge of my bed and was crying. When I asked what was wrong he told me my grandpa Tony had died. When he told me it took about 5 minutes for it to hit me and then the tears started rolling. If I remember correctly I was 9 or 10 when this happened and never really experienced loss before this. A couple hours later my Mom told us we would be going to Los Angeles soon for a funeral. I was born in Los Angeles and haven't gone there in a while so it made me sad to go to the city for a funeral of all things.

Which memory will you value the most? The happiest one or the saddest one? No matter which memory you chose to value, you will always think about them both. The happiest memory for some people will probably something small to others, but mean the world to them. The saddest memory will always sit in the back of your mind. These memories will always affect the way you live your life. They will both bring back the emotion or emotions you felt while it was happening. They both will make you think twice about every decision. These thoughts are on the opposite ends of a spectrum and have many differences, they have many similarities.

She met with God on Tuesday, July 15, 2014. To say that the day she passed was hard for me would be the understatement of the century. I am new in my walk with God, so the flesh in me wanted to be angry and ask God why she had to be brought home when she had so much life to live. Part of me wanted to bargain my life for hers. I am only human.

October 10th, 2013 at 7:30pm. The day of my grandma death. The day that changed my life forever. The day I will never forget. My grandma was my everything, she was the lady who raised me since I was born. I never had a mother or father, the only person who cared for me was my grandma. The day my grandma died I was in my senior year of high school and I had just came home from cheerleading practice. That was an unusual day for me because when I woke up that morning my grandma wasn't up cooking breakfast like she usually does she was in her bed asleep still. I looked outside and the sun was just rising. I went in her room that morning before I left for school and said these exact words, "Good morning grandma if you’re not feeling well, I could stay home with you and take you to the doctor." In a raspy low voice my grandma replied, "Good morning sweetie I'm okay I was just feeling a little sick this morning but I'm better now. You better get to school now before you are late.” Okay, Grandma Love you, call me if you need me", I replied. On my way to school all I thought about was why my grandma sounded like that this morning and how she wasn't up doing her normal routine. I have never seen my grandma get sick before. She was always the one taking care of me making sure I was okay. But I just pushed the feeling over just thinking my grandma was okay and I was just overthinking. I should've stayed home that day. I should've noticed that my grandma really was sick.

Instead of getting to bed on time I went in my closet and started crying. Not the best day ever. Like normal I went to brush my teeth and hair before bed and then went back to bed and then I went and got a drink of water, then I noticed I forgot to say Goodnight, so I went to the living room where my granny and papa were and said Goodnight and right before I was about to go back to bed my granny stopped and I Just wanted to let you know that Aunt Martha Died Granny said Noooo!!!!!!! I said . The I went back in my room, climbed up my ladder to the top bunk and I had a melt down and when I settled down a little bit I went to get a tissue and then went to the kitchen and got another drink of water after that I went to the bathroom and saw that my face was as red as a tomato so I got a washcloth and put a little bit of cold water on it and washed my face. After I was done washing my face I went to my room laid down trying to get some rest, but it was so hard in my head there was a voice saying Did, this really just happen and also I was thinking about all the enjoyable times we had together like her coming to family dinner her playing outside and her giving me

My mom gets off the phone then comes to my sister and I with her phone in her hand with a picture of my grandma on it (the same day). In the picture my grandma was eating some food in the restaurant on her throat there was a bump that had a bandage over it. My mom says, '' Do you see that bump on your grandma's' throat". "Yes" we said. She has had nodules for years, this time they found out that it had become a malignant tumor. My mother breaks down crying (with my dad right by her side), because her mother had cancer. We never would have thought that our grandma would ever have to be diagnosed with cancer. You know when you hear the word cancer, that it is a life or death situation. My sister and I were devastated, shocked, and in denial. My

It was around fourth period when I left. When I arrived, I was terrified that I was going to walk in and see her dead. I walked into her room and she was asleep but she was still breathing. A few hours later, she woke up. She acted normal again! I was still nervous because her mom did the same thing before she passed. I went home that night and I prayed. I was still being selfish. I did not realize that if God still kept her here that there would be a chance she would not be well like before.