One day I understand that members of my family will pass away. I will grieve. However, I believe that in their kindness that they will move on to a better place and that one day I will join them. Now knowing that my family could pass away at anytime of day, I will spend time with family. Create moments that we will remember forever and that we will cherish. This is so that when the time comes, no regrets are to be had about the time that we didn’t spend together and the connections not made that could've been made because I took advantage of family and tossed the moments
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.
The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.
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 whole family and friends were there. During all the night we tried to ignore the reason of the party and had a great time dancing, talking and playing games. Unfortunately, everything has an end, and my incredible last night with everyone I loved concluded. Every goodbye was accompanied with a tear and long-lasting hug. The very next day we finished packing our things and went to the airport. My grandmother, two aunts and my two best friends came along with us. Of course we cried all the way to the airport and could not even speak about it. Without much to say and with tears pouring down my face, I said goodbye to everyone. My grandmother delicately hugged me and told me ``everything is going to be alright, you must trust your parents and know that this is for your own
Have you ever experienced something you wish you hadn´t? It all happened one day when my grandma was diagnosed with cancer. I never wanted to hear those words in my life, but I did unfortunately. She would spend numerous days in the hospital and we would desperately wait each and every day hoping to receive good news. We would visit her in the hospital various times and everytime I saw her face, my heart would feel as if it was breaking. Just by looking at her I knew she was tired and every time she smiled, all I could hear was ¨help me¨. I would always sit next to her and tell her that everything would be okay, but all she ever did was smile
I remember everything as if it were yesterday. The shock, the sadness, the pain, and the sickness she had to suffer. I remember sitting beside her, holding her hand as she had IV’s put into her arms. I remember the conversations we had; she’d explain to me how she just wanted to go outside again; she’d be enthusiastic for the day she got out of the hospital; we made plans for when she beat cancer. Two years have gone by so fast, and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about her.
The part of this that tore me apart the most was that I couldn’t even go to her funeral, it was on the first day of classes, and grandpa told me to stay at college and not go to the funeral because it’s what grandma would want. This broke my heart. I thought I was a horrible granddaughter. I went with my grandpa’s wishes even though it was the most difficult decision I have ever made.
“Kirsty I don't know how to say this in a happy way but mom died. She died 10 minutes after you left. She woke up and said she loved us very much then passed away. There was no one there so the doctor called me and told me the news. He is very sorry for us and told us to stay strong. The funeral will be in a week in Utah” -Cathy
Sydney is my best friend, once we graduated high school, we both got a full ride scholarship to LSU for gymnastics.We were roommates and everything so we had our lives for the next 4 years planned. Everyday after school classes were over we would go into the gym and start warming up. One day Sydney demanded me to come over with her when we were in the gym. She looked pale and very sick, so I called her mom, coaches, and the ambulance. I could hear the sirens while I was trying to help her, but the medics asked me to
October 23rd, 2002, a very dreadful day for my family… my day of birth. Maybe it was wonderful, but I’ll never know the truth. My dad will not actually tell me what he was thinking in that moment, and I will never hear my mom talk about that day, or any day, or actually anything ever again. I’ll get to the death of my mom later. As I came home from the hospital I have no memory of that, but my earliest memory is around the age of six. Six years old, and sitting on a bar stool. I’d sit, sip a Sprite, munch on some crackers while my dad got shit faced drunk. I remember the small room. Smells of smoke and alcohol fill my nostrils. I sat on a bar stool so long that my butt print was engraved in it, kind of like the fat guy that I used to talk to. He was up
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.
Losing friends, meeting new people, first job, first car, boyfriend, getting my license. Throughout the last four years of high school I’ve experienced a lot of new things and learned a lot on the way. I remember walking into school on the first day of freshman year; I was thinking that these are going to be a very long couple of years. I was wrong; these past four years have gone by so fast, so I guess my dad was right when he said they’d fly by.
On June 18th 2006, I lost my cousin to a freak auto accident. The Papers read Auto accident claims local teen. The only thing I know was that childhood best friend was gone. I could never run up and hug her at the basketball game. I could never get to see or talk to her at the reunions or any other family get togethers.