Hardest Day Of My Life

Times like these are when I learned to accept the things that I cannot change. That death will always come. However, before this point a young me had never experienced loss. It was always tricky to comprehend for me at the time. Where did he go? When will he be back? Knowing keep down that the answer is never. Overcoming the looming sense of emptiness took sometime, as it does for everyone. But learning lessons about life and death is an important part of growing up. Losing such a close companion as a young child will always remain the turning point of realizing that good things and people do not last forever, and to always cherish the memories and moments had with those you love.

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,

My Dad asked me if I could help out at Cedar Springs Camp with other people I know. The weird thing was I said, “yes”. When we got there I saw that another teenager I knew was there to. She also heard about what happened yesterday. But, basically what we did was simple. All we had to do was load wood onto a truck. After about three to four hours of working, the girl invited us to watch her little brother play football. My brother Stephen went with to. And watching these little kids tackle each other was the funniest thing ever to Stephen and I. And watching the kids attempting to run was even funnier. After that we went to McDonald’s for supper. But yet again, I still had that depressed resting face. Next there was a balloon release in honor of Jadon Wulff. We all wore blue because it was his favorite color. Once I got out of the car, I saw my friend Levi, and I started to sob again. We were walking to the suspension bridge, and we met Sam. We each had a blue balloon in our hand. And a few minutes later everyone there released their balloons at the same time. After that, all the freshman sat in a circle and prayed. I also took big part in that myself. We were all sobbing which is completely okay in a situation like this. Levi’s Mom gave me a ride home. After that I went to bed, I was still a little sad but sort of content. Because I realized that Jadon Wulff is in heaven now and that God doesn’t want me to worry. A week later I grew acceptance that he was going to be with God for an eternity. And once I die, I will meet him

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.

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

It seemed so surreal. The reality never set in that my cousin was gone. All we could do was sit there in shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to us before, and we never expected to hear this news. I repeated to myself, "Why Trent?" "He is only fifteen?" "Why him?" "Why now?" "WHY?" I wish I could have seen him one more time before he was gone. I wish I could have said "I love you" one last time. I wish I could have realized before this day that a loved one could be ripped from our lives so quickly. I would have given anything to have been with him that morning so he wouldn't have left with his friends. I wish I could have been there to tell him to put his seatbelt on. But I wasn't, and what happened cannot be taken back. No apology will ever heal our broken hearts and our longing to see him one last

Pulling up to the funeral home wearing a white dress and my hands full of tissues, my whole body began to tremble. It was chaotic , something I've never felt . I gathered with friends and we began to cry together as we shared memories of our friend. We had each other and that was the most important thing. I hugged her mom and went up to and went up to the casket to see her one last time. She felt cold to the touch and her skin had lost its color. Grabbing her hand I whispered how much I loved her . Kari was dressed in white and her body adorned with jewelry and a picture of her cat Stan. I kept insisting it was all a bad dream, that I would soon wake up. In reality, she was gone and I was left

It was so devastating to get the news, that night my aunt had been in charge of caring for him overnight, she felt so guilty as if it were her fault. I’d been the first one up every morning and so I received a call from my aunt crying barely being able to speak, “Amy he’s gone, I’m sorry”. It was a Friday morning, that Friday morning that marked my life forever. As I informed my parents, it was difficult my mother shed to pieces and hurried to the hospital. Despite the loss, I went to school with no strength. Physically I was there, however but mentally I was not, all I thought about is our last words the night before and my promise to never give

My whole world came crashing down when my mom woke me up at 5am on Monday March the 16th 2015. I knew my Pawpaw was going to die, I just did not expect it to happen so soon. He did not get to see me graduate or make something of myself. He never got the polkadot house I promised him when I was eight. He never got to teach me how to drive stick shift. I felt selfish for wishing he was still here despite the pain he was in. I kept thinking about how he should be here with me, but instead he had to die. I acted strong for my family knowing that my mom had to plan the funeral I did not want to see her more stressed than she already was. Knowing that I needed to be strong so that the pain would not have to be worse. I hid the fact that my heart was in

A few weeks after her death I walked passed her mother and big brother. My knees went weak like I just stood through an earthquake and my heart stopped beating. Her mother politely asked how I’ve been keeping in a friendly way I said “I’m okay” but deep down I wasn’t. She told me how things have been really tough but she was starting to manage and handle things a bit better. I could tell that her mother was broken inside and so was I. She managed to force a smile as she said goodbye.

I ran in the house, my mom and dad was still in the kitchen, I peeked around the corner but I didn’t want to be around anyone. I stormed to my bedroom because nothing felt right. As I stormed in my bedroom I wiped the tears from my eyes. I took my clothes off, turned off my lights and balled up under my covers. I was laying in bed boohoo crying. I cried so much that my eyes were puffy and red, I couldn’t help myself I felt and wanted to be alone. I remember my cousin coming in my room asking me if I were okay but i didn’t reply. I was so hurt to the point that my body wouldn’t allow me to talk. She laid there with me but I was angry. I started hitting the walls because I needed answers. My eyes were all out of cries and it was 4 A.M. I finally went to sleep. I tossed and turned but my alarm went off. It was 5:30, I had 30 minutes to be to work. I stormed out of bed into the bathroom. I turned the lights on and did my morning routine. I got to work at 5:55 but I sat in my car until it was 6:00. Five minutes went by and I questioned god again. I knew it was a better way. I didn’t want to accept it but my cousin is really gone. I walked into work silently but that didn’t last long. I kept going back and forth to the bathroom, I even cried at work. This was too much i couldn’t handle it. I felt the walls closing down on me. The pain was so real, and I was so hurt that I couldn’t think anymore.That night/morning I

I found myself slowly walking up to his memorial. The crash site, where he passed away. The telephone pole stood upright, with letters and flowers scattered on the ground next to it. In the middle, one of his hats, hung up, surrounded by love letters and pictures of him and his friends. The air around me was heavy, I had only my thoughts keeping me company. Down the road, my step dad sat, in his car, tearing up seeing the memorial. I kiss my hand, and place it to the pole. Muttering out a prayer. Let me explain what happened

One lovely night, I was at my cousin’s wedding and it was literally the best night ever, never expecting it was going to be my last happy night for a great while. The next day, I was awakened by an unexpected phone call from my best friend and was about to receive the worst news ever. She told me that two of our friends had suffered a car accident. I asked her in what hospital where they, so that I could go visit them right away. No words came out of her mouth for a while. She took a deep breath and told me they were gone…forever. I hanged up and went directly to my parents to ask them if this was real. They obviously had no clue because the accident had just happened. My phone did not stop ringing, many phone calls and messages

I watched him fall. Pelting down like rain down the tower that nearly touched the sky. It happened all so fast I couldn't think to move. To react. To shutter. He just fell until his limp body kissed the ground. I tried to move. To run to him. But my body felt paralyzed and broken. I felt a tear slowly run down my cheek as the pain finally slipped out. My once bright blue eyes became red and puffy as a waterfall of tears excited me. I still couldn't move though, my small physique was stuck to the grass under our tree. My heart was crumbed into a million peices. He was gone. He was dead.

I slept in the same room as my mom and siblings that night, although nobody got much sleep. We all just layed in the dark, in silence. I had hot tears running down my mascara stained face but I laid still as to not disturb any of them. Eventually the sun came up and everybody in the house got out of started making calls in a zombie-like-state. I texted my friends to let them know what happened and received back countless apologies that did nothing to help me. The next few days are all blurred together in my head. I remember answering lots of phone calls, but I could not get through any of them without my sobs getting in the way of my voice. People brought over food, I never ate it. I hugged more people than I could count. I got messages from people who have not spoken to me