My Broken Heart

My favorite memories is with my parents are when we go to Florida with my mom we go to the beach. Two years ago we went to Florida we went to the beach. We find a beach ball in the water and it has versus on it. We went back to my uncles Lances house. We had a bonfire that night all the cousin sang a song to our family member. another memories are two year ago on christmas eve we were stuck in traffic for 4 hours. My cousin keeper calling us ever hour the last time she called us we just got t my grandmas house. My mom kepet answer she did yes cami we are still in traffic. My mom is so funny when we go sown to Florida. When she finds shark teeth she gets so happy.

The biggest memories that come to me are going to church in my hometown. Every Sunday was a special schedule. I got to wear my best clothes of the week, which was usually a dress, long socks, and a bow for my hair. Once my whole family was ready we would walk to church. On our way, my mom would often stop and talk to neighbors. Sometimes I would have to remind her that we were going to church or tell her that we were going to be late. Mass was an hour or so. After mass, my mom and dad would give me money to buy an ice cream or junk food. When I finished my ice cream, we would walk home with neighbors who lived on the same street. Walking home everybody would talk about how beautiful the ceremony was and how well the priest explained the Gospel. I loved the sense I was given by my neighbors. Comforting and belonging is what I felt when I was around them. McClay and McAllister refer to this as “anchor our memories in something more substantial than our thoughts and emotions,” which is my hometown connecting me back to my neighbors at my

Growing up, my childhood years were honestly the most exhilarating, memorable, and beautiful parts of my life. I got along with my siblings very well, my parents were always wanting to go on trips, i had my great group of friends near the area i lived; it was all just smooth sailing since the day i was

August 30th 2004. I can’t quite remember the day exactly... it was as one would call it a blur. The day my dad died was a moment of my life that would change my path forever. As a child it was hard to remember quite what happened that day. Even now I have a hard time thinking back and trying to remember that day. It didn’t seem to make sense at the time; my dad was gone but was it forever? I remember asking my mom frequently where he was and when he was coming back. I would continue to

I was told pretty early that he had broken his neck, but I had no idea what that really meant. I didn’t really understand what the word ‘quadriplegic‘ entailed. In my mind, my interpretation was that one-day I would help my dad walk again. I envisioned him taking slow, unsteady steps, but once I learned what paralysis really meant that image was shattered. Never walk again. The words took a while to sink in, but my mind was already reeling. I became more aware of the adaptations I was going to have to make as his daughter, the alterations in the routine and activities that directly affected my life, and my fear of the unknown. This was not the type of problem that had a clear-cut solution. Life doesn’t come with an instruction manual. Conflicts arise everyday that demand determination and creative thinking to solve. I’ve learned how to step up to those tasks and take the

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

After my sister went, it was my dads turn. I realized he had a worried look on his face, which probably was contagious because my sister asked me if I was alright. I then replied with a “No”, I told her about how dad had a back brace on and that's why he refused to take his long sleeved shirt off. As I was telling her this I saw my mom rushing to find her car keys. I then saw Nick, pulling my dad to the shore. I felt a scream cough up my throat. I ran to him and realized his arm looked broken. He was conscious so I knew that he would be fine but I realized that his back may be damaged. Before I could check my mom ran over and told us that we may have to drive him to the closest hospital. I hadn't realized that this may be as serious as she made it sound. So I ran to the car and grabbed a towel to help dry him of. I soon saw my mom and Nick carrying him to the

I remember my childhood like if I was five years old again; it was the best time of my life, getting woken up by the sound of the lawn mower. My dad was always up early, working at the farm. The smell of fresh cut grass

I could hear footsteps, when I opened my eyes I saw my dad shaking me by the shoulder. That day we were had to get up at 4am and make our way to an entertainment park. We were already 5 minutes late. It was a morning of rushing around and a bit of frustration. After a short shower I grabbed a snack and jumped into the car. We had a 30 minute car ride ahead of us. This was not our car, we had rented one because we were on vacation in Costa Rica. I was in 7th grade then. It was the last month of the year and my dad had saved money for months for this trip it was our 3rd day into the trip with 4 days to go. My 2 brothers Ian and Gage came with us, Gage was only 5 years old, Ian was 13. Once we arrived at the Entertainment park we were right on time. The gates opened at 6am giving us just enough time to get some breakfast . Once we got there I sat down in the waiting room and waited for my dad to sign the waiver papers. After he finished signing we walked outside into a small area, there were harnesses

There was never one day in my house where there was not any screaming. There was never one moment where I saw my mother and father happy together. There was never one day I saw my father go sober. My childhood is full of few positive memories, but these events have shaped how I approach the world and what I desire to gain in life.

To this date, it was the worst phone call of my life. I was informed my father and stepmother were in a motorcycle accident in Florida where they retired for the winter. My stepmother was expected to have a painful, long recovery, as she suffered from multiple fractures to her face, a dislocated jaw, and pelvis that was broken in 3 places, plus many small cuts and bruises. My father, however, had not awakened after the accident and we should get to the hospital in Florida as soon as possible. My brother, his wife, and I booked flights and we were on our way they next day. It was not how I expected to spend Easter. The next four days were a blur. We met with doctors and nurses and didn’t feel like we had any answers to the real condition of our father. We knew of his injuries but not what they meant to his future. He had bruising between the hemispheres of his brain, on the outside of the brain, bruising on his brainstem, and multiple open fractures on the left side of his body. I couldn’t get any of his doctors to tell me their opinion on his prognosis. They would only say, “we need another 48 hours”. The only thing I could think was, “if you knew my dad, he would hate this. You life flighted him, now he’s hook to machinery to breath, and all he would have wanted was to have the ambulance run him over and put him out of his misery”. We knew my father’s wishes and they didn’t look anything like

One day my dad came home from work. He looked really upset and didn’t seem like himself. Him and my mom told my brother, sister and I to come to the kitchen because they had bad news. “Kids, your great grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer yesterday.” My mom told us with watery eyes. “Yeah,” My dad started, “We just found out this morning.” This was very upsetting and depressing news for my family and I to hear, but we all got through it together. We did this by going to see him as much as we could, even thought he lived three hours away from

This week I looked at the two pieces “Incident” by Countee Cullen, and “Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden. Both of these pieces represent the theme of memoires and the past. Memories can be good, but sometimes they can bring up pain, regret, and many more feelings. Through analyzing these poems, we can really see what the speaker is feeling, and what kind of emotion these memories bring.

As I was locking the apartment and leaving for school, my phone rang, "Can you come to the front door? I am not feeling okay", said my dad. I rushed to the front, helped him get out of the car, and carried his stuff. "What happened? How did your dialysis go? Why are you not feeling okay?" He was lacking so much energy that he couldn 't answer any of my questions and kept walking slowly while holding on to me. "Let me take a break," said my dad as he leaned towards the wall. As he closed his eyes he fainted and collapsed. I didn 't let him fall but slide down by the wall and reached for my phone and dialed 911. I sprinkled water on his face from his water bottle I was carrying as I stayed on the phone with the operator. Within few minutes they reached, got my dad up on the stretcher and took his vitals. I explained them as to what happened while getting on the ambulance with my dad. He was rushed to the nearest emergency. I stayed with him the entire time and informed my family as soon as possible. The medical team got him stabilized soon and explained that there was extra fluid taken out during dialysis than normal which caused him to lose all the energy and faint. Bringing my father to the hospital and calling for help on time shows my compassion towards my father 's sufferings and an ability to stay emotionally stable at such a stressful time. My father 's decline in health has motivated me to get into healthcare because I have always felt very limited in terms of helping

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.