Life Was Amazing And Wonderful For A Time Being

Something in my stomach was telling me I would not see him. I did not tell anyone this though just in case I was wrong. But I was right I always have a way of knowing these things. He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of relief washed over everyone except me. The person at the door was the only policeman in town and Frank the town leader. My mom could not keep it together. It is a hard sight to see when your mom is sad. The person you look up to when you are a kid is crying. That can mess a 6 year old kid up. The time that would take place next went from 0 to 100 so fast. We cremated my dad's body and moved. My mom picked texas because it had good schools. We did not have any family though and sometimes I felt as if that was a bad decision. My mother would not tell me how my dad died until I was 16. Not living without a dad can be hard. When it is at the crucial age of 6. You need a good role model. My brother became my dad if he liked it or not. Everything that happened in my life seemed like a blurr. The fact my dad was dead never really hit me. But it hit me so hard and so fast. It was like a brick wall. I started almost failing my classes, sleeping all the time, eating a lot, not exercising, moping all the time. I still suffer from it today. Back then though I wanted to die. But it is so much better. I learned that I held my mom accountable and my dad for

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,

“Hello, HELLO!” I remember when I was 8 years young and I had just come home from a long day of what I had believed to be rigorous work. I had hoped upon my arrival there would be someone I would be able to speak to about my day. I had not heard a sound besides the gust of wind which slammed the door shut behind me “Whoosh Bang”. With no one in sight, I had bursted into tears with the absence of the sign of life. My parents had divorced when I was 7 years old which truly affected my life. As a child I remember sunday breakfast with my family and many activities and trips taken as a

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

1995 in mid-January, a very tragic thing happened in my life. I got diagnosed with lung cancer. But i'm doing pretty well to be here to this day! About ten or eleven years later in 2006, one of my best friends, Edna Lewis passed away. That same year in November, my Aunt Anna Ford also passed away.

I can’t exactly say I remember it like it was yesterday. The only reason I won’t say that is because I can’t remember how I felt, if I felt anything at all. What I can say, is that I remember exactly how everyone around me felt. I’m not sure if it was the sufferance that made me numb, or if my brain is simply blocking out the immense sadness I must’ve felt at the time. Either way, it all started the beginning of April in 2012. When my mother first told me that we were going to drive to Canada because of a family emergency, I’m sure I must’ve felt shocked at the news; my mom usually hates when I miss school, especially that late into the year, but I obliged. I didn’t have a choice really, so my mom sat me down to tell me what exactly the family emergency was. Turns out my aunt Cristy had cancer, stomach cancer. I looked it up later that day, still slightly confused, as stomach cancer is rare. I slowly began to understand things, whatever it might mean to understand cancer anyway. My aunt had a very rare stomach cancer. We were driving 16 hours to Canada to see my cancerous aunt.

It may seem late but this is when we got our food. My father went out in our neighborhood, as camouflaged as possible, to get whatever vegetable scraps he could from the privileged people’s gardens. With the scraps, mother would make soup. The soup was made from water, salt, scraps, and chicken bones for flavor if we were lucky. I remember the steam dancing on the pot under the very dim kitchen lamp. The soup was honestly terrible but it was all we had. Despite the bland taste of the soup, my mother would always present our dinner with pride, knowing that she has done the best that she could. It was the same view each night. My mother presenting the soup, with a look that was a perfect mix of worrisome and affectionate. We found that look comforting as children. My father wore his anxiety on his face in wrinkles and a permanent frown on his lips, but he would force a smile once in a blue moon. My brother was always lighthearted and he provided all of us with joy and hope. This was my life, and that’s what I expected the rest of my life to

Finally we got to where we need to be. It was the most beautiful place we’ve ever seen. We lived here for the rest of our lives. My husband passed away at age 83 and I passed away at age 84 we lived the happiest life ever. My kids both got married my oldest son Jack to a beautiful lady named Jane. And they had three little girls, Mary, Janet, Kay. My daughter got married to a wonderful man named Shawn. They had four kids. One set of twin boys Robert and Jack II, they also had a set of twin daughters, June and

I will never forget the day that my parents told me that we were leaving our farm in Oklahoma. My brother Daniel and I had spent our entire lives so far in Oklahoma and we were unaware of the problems occurring on our farm . I had noticed that our farm was struggling because my mom and dad were always arguing, but as a child I mostly ignored it. I was only concerned with what Daniel and I were going to do for entertainment that day and not much else. My parents worked long hours on our farm while Daniel and I went to school, but then the dust storms began to hit and everything changed.

Before spring break had started I took a vacation to florida. Me, my sister, my baby sister, my grandma, my mom, and my mom’s boyfriend all flew to florida, it took us three hours to get there. When we had finally arrived I was ecstatic, even though I had been to florida two times when I was younger, it was even better this time.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

A long time ago, someone must have blessed me with the curse of, "May you live in interesting times". I have never really had a boring time, even when I tried. I helped run our family jewelry business for 30 very good years, had the bonus of living with both my parents and grandparents in one house for many years, and I know I can turn this 2-3 page essay into 10-13 pages, easily. Out of all my craziness, the best memory, other than my daughter, would be when my husband brought home our two “foster” dogs from Alabama. Which gave us five dogs in total, Pink (she is a Dutch Shepherd and Randall’s service dog), Gibson (my male German Shepherd puppy, he was very protective of me and maybe training for k-9), Telsa (our other German Shepherd female, she was training for search and rescue) and then Chance and Tyson.

After about three months later, school had ended, we had thrown all our boxes into the three trailers we had bought. The packing was exhausting as I thought. We had done so much over the three months. During the last day being at our house, my mother and a few of our family members were cleaning out the house for the next owner. A couple hours later we left our house to go to a going-away party in Massachusetts. As we drove away, I looked back at the house where we lived before, feeling more confident about the move.

September 10, 2005 at 11:46pm to be exact is when my life and my “supposedly” perfect family went bad. Being 9 years old I was blind see the true colors of someone's character. I was a daddy’s girl and loved my dad so much. In my eyes, my dad was the best