Losing A Loved One Is The Most Heartbreaking Moment In My Life

The death of a loved one is not something that is easy to live through. For Cheryl Strayed that was no different, but Strayed used it as her driving force at a chance to pursue her dreams as well as an opportunity make her grieving heard. She battle with the death of her mother as well as her whole life being turned upside down as acknowledged in, “I’d find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous” (Strayed 57). One thing that did not change throughout it all was that she still enjoyed literature and her dream to pursue to be a well know writer. Throughout her entire journey of the PCT she continued to read and to expand on her knowledge, not only about the PCT but as well as about herself which is addressed in “Even the Faulkner novel had more right to be in my pack, if only because I hadn’t read it and therefore it could be explained as entertainment. I’d read The Dream of a Common Language so often that I’d practically memorized it” (Strayed 60). Her mother’s passing was her reason for embarking on such an unknown adventure, which in return was her driving force behind putting out her book in order to prove to people that if you are in a dark place in your life it does not always stay that way.

About a week after that devasting day we had my mothers funeral, at present time it has been six and a half years and my family and I have mourned my mother in different ways. Currently, I just live with my dad, but there others that have been in similar situations because one of every twenty people at fifteen or younger will have gone through the loss of one or both parents (Children and). Also 1.5 poeple have had to live in a single parent home because of a deceased parent (Children and). Although growing up without a mother has been an onerous time and after her death I experienced anxiety, loss of sleep, loss of appetite, and shutting others out, there has been studies that kids that suffer through a loss of a parent worries about other losses that could happen, increase in anxiety, and worries about seperation (Children and). Now being older I just commemorate the happy memories of my mother and believe that life should be lived to its fullest because at any time something unexpected could

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

On May 11th 2013, my grandma passed away due to pancreatic cancer. A little later that year on September 25th, my mom received a call from my aunt in Guam that my dad had passed away in his sleep. Then on May 14th 2014, my grandpa passed from complications of an allergic reaction to a medication. So within a year, I was left to deal with three immediate family deaths, one right after another. Losing such important figures in one’s life could leave someone depressed and unmotivated to move on with their own life and to rise above those challenges is difficult, yet possible. During this time of hardship, I grew discouraged and saddened, but over time I became motivated to set aside these struggles and make a change.

1. Death- The death of a loved one or friends can be quite devastating to an individual. Death causes the person to be despondent and dejected knowing the person will never be able to come back. Depending on how they were related to the deceased person, the depression of an individual can last days, weeks, months or even years. It is normal to experience depression due to death.

Losing a loved one is a hard thing, it tears you down and break you into a million tiny pieces that can ever be but together the same way again and although you try to forget the pain it will always haunt you for the rest of your life. Death is something that leaves a mark in your life and can never be forgotten because it's forever ingrained in your heart.

Losing someone who is close to you, usually happens to everyone. The difference between people when this situation occurs is how you live after it has happen. My six word memoir was “looking up and hoping you’re there”. My aunt unexpectedly passed away last year in April. No one really understood and to be honest, I still don’t understand why this would happen. I got called up to the office, and my mom picked up my brother and I. She was taking us to the hospital to see her. I didn’t know what state she was in. Then we were brought to the Critical care unit, my heart sunk because I knew this wasn’t good. I prayed and prayed to God that it this wasn't true. By the time we got there, she was considered brain dead. A little background with my

Every thing seemed unfair that it was happening to my family. When we went to the hospital I saw Clay, my cousin who was the closest person to him it's an understatement to say they were like brothers. They were much more than that. I saw Trent and Ben, Kyle’s brothers. Brian and Angie, Kyle's parents. All of my family there at the hospital and a look that was much more than just sadness. The world was collapsing and nothing could help us now. The funeral was a couple of weeks later and I don't think I have ever been in a sadder place in my life where people have lost hope. I remember that I was thinking why would God do this to us, why such MALICE was upon us and what we did to deserve it. Christmas, a time of joy and happiness suddenly saddened with news of death and sorrow.

Heartache, misery and sorrow; the death of a loved one can be expressed using these three simple terms. But, can the death of a loved one really be described? Alice W. Terry writes the exceptional journal about the stages of grief, how to cope and how it truly feels to lose a loved one, a daughter to be exact. Not having experienced the physical loss of someone as close to me as a daughter is to her mother, this journal gave me a personal perspective of the anguish experienced by those who are grieving.

When I was 11 years old, my father died. Not knowing what to do with that reality and the emotions that came with it, I turned to my mother. My mother has always been my rock, so I was confident that she would put this entire situation into perspective. She explained to me how my dad had been sick for a while, and how god did not want to see him suffer any longer, so he called my father home. When I attended the funeral, it occurred to me that this would be the last time I would see my father. As the time of grieving progressed, I grew unmotivated, uninterested, and depressed. In middle school, I joined an after school program called Teen Hype. Teen Hypes's goal was to empower youth to be their very best self. After joining this program, my

Everyone had wonderful things to say, but they all seemed empty, superficial. No one wanted to mention that we would never get to see him grow into the chubby toddler he could have been, or see his first steps. He would never get a first love, or a last. I felt my heart tighten in my chest as I looked upon him. My sister grabbed my hand then, and squeezed it. I felt my eyes water and threaten to flow over with tears. I promised myself I would not cry, that I would eventually see him again. I guess that is the error of humanity though, to only comprehend the immediate pain, if we ever do at

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

Yesterday my youngest brother died from a heat stroke. We were outside playing kickball and it was a really sunny day. Our friends were over and I told him to go and get a drink, but he refused to. I don’t know what he was thinking, he was trying to be cool in front of his friends. I cared a lot about him; I was a brother that would play with him a lot even though I had friends. I would still drive him places. Also, my mom was heartbroken it was her last son. My dad left about two years ago it was hard for my mom to provide food for us. My mom was sad because soon I will be off on my own and she didn’t want to be alone like she would right know after I leave.

On June, 21 2009 my baby brother was born on June, 23 2009 is when he passed away. He had a condition called thanatophoric dwarfism which meant that his lungs couldn't grow to support his body with enough oxygen. When he passed I had already been increasingly depressed but that had made me comatose with depression from then to 2011 I can't remember anything because I was in such trauma. This made me strong and gave me a humanitarian belief system to put others before

Love is magical and amazing like many people have said, but sometimes those who have lost a loved one will drown themselves in sorrow. The loss of a loved one can slowly kill someone because they know that they can no longer see, talk, or feel them. When someone loses a loved one it is as if a part of themselves was taken away from them, they feel hopeless and useless because they cannot do anything to bring them back. For instance, when my grandfather passed away it took a big toll on my family and it affected us deeply. The one who was affected the most was my grandmother because she had been with him for 38 years and he was her soul mate. After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother started