My Dad Had A Chronic Breathing Disorder

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

Moors hand and took he degree. She smiled and gave me a little wave. “Cameron Anderson.” Cameron took him degree and threw his arms up in the air and shouted. “Paul Shank.” Paul walked up to the stage and grabbed his graduation degree and shouted “I never thought I would make it this far”. Which caused everybody in the auditorium to laugh. “Hunter Basola” hunter approached the stage and accepted his degree along with the sash he was given for achieving salutatorian. “Gavin Wills.” I walked up to Mr. Moore and shook his hand as he handed me my high school degree. Mr. Moore pulled me aside while the valedictorian was giving his speech and said “I read your paper you wrote in 8th grade while in Mr. Kroesch class, you should look into becoming a writer.” He told

I didn’t even know if he was still breathing, I couldn’t help him if he was breaking, he couldn’t cry in my arms like he did when he was younger, I felt completely useless.

I proceeded to walk down the aisle slowly becoming aware of the acrobats doing summersaults in my stomach. With such great prestige I heard the announcer’s voice, “Gerdwine Bourdeau.” Still in displacement of what had just occurred, rivers of joy rushed down my face. In quick pursuit, I shook President Welsh’s hand, turned my cheek and gleamed a smile towards the camera. In an instant flash the proudest moment of my life quickly became a realization. As of August 2016 I would be a graduate student of East Stroudsburg University. All the tears of joy and stressful nights would eventually become memories I tap into over lunch with a group of alumni friends. The ceremony quickly came to an end. Myself as well as hundreds of students rushed in search of their families. I had become overwhelmed in the confusion to only hear a lonely voice over the crowd shout in creole “Gerdwine, Gerdwine!” Moments later I stood in front of my first love, my parents. They gazed with admiration and joy, as I stared into their eyes and seen hard working immigrants from Haiti. Raising seven children wasn’t always easy, they worked day in and day out hiking 12 flights of stairs in a Brooklyn apartment building. All to make sure their children received an education that they were unable to obtain.

More than a week has passed since his death yet fierce tears refuse to stop their unending journey down my face. The vivid image of my father lying on that hospital bed. The prolonged degeneration in both mind and body, his ramblings showing truly how far he had fallen, still plague me. The initial confusion that appeared when he first entered the hospital is still fresh in my mind.

I remember of a male case, which was very young, he suffered from Asthma very bad. But had a problem that he smoked, he showed signs that he was willing to actually stop so he could get better. His lungs were very weak, and working double for him to live. After many visits, my grandfather noticed how he was going back than going forward. And had a confrontational style, where he had direct eye contact, and told him he knew he kept smoking even though the young man said he wasn’t anymore.

When it comes our personal health and well being it is very important to know your family history. When asked questions about disease in your family you should be able to answer if you know if it runs in your family. If you can answer yes to any of these horrible diseases you should start taking precautions and evaluating how high of a risk you really are for developing disease such as heart disease, cancer, stroke, lung disease, or diabetes. It never hurts to ask your family about this. It will hurt you more if you don't.

For a child, the death of a parent can be devastating. I was nine years old when my father passed, and it was a terrible event for me. My father would not be there to take me to the park everyday, and at the dinner table it would be much more quiet without him there every night; it was definitely a struggle for my family to not have him there anymore. I knew that there was nothing that I could do about it, but it was still a hard thing to get through.

Graduation is an exciting time in a person’s life, especially a high school graduation. When I think of family and friends gathering together to celebrate a joyous occasion, I feel I accomplished my strongest goal. It never occurred to me that graduation would be the end of my youth and the start of adulthood. Graduating from high school was an influential event that gave me an altered outlook on my existence. Life before graduation, preparing for graduation day, and commencement day overwhelmed me for reality.

I was so worried. I was feeling guilty and ashamed. I’m the oldest but he protected me. The crying never stopped, I felt like the world was getting dark and the next thing I know, my mom was

My high school graduation was one of the saddest moments of my life. Although I was excited about graduating, I did not know what I was going to do with the rest of my life. In Maya Angelou’s “Graduation,” Angelou was excited and proud of all that she had accomplished. In Flannery O’Connor’s “A Late Encounter With the Enemy,” Sally Poker Sash was proud that she was finally graduating and just wanted to show that off to all the “upstarts”. In the two readings the pupils are contrasting in a few different areas, and a couple of those areas are in pride and feelings that their families have being involved in the graduation.

I entered the auditorium and sat down in my assigned area. at the beginning of the year and for the rest of our high school career this was your seat . It was funny watching the under classmen finding their seats. when everyone was seated the principal started talking. He said, “Congrats to all the students who aced their act’s

It was the day June, 14 graduation day I got up with butterflies in my stomach. It started at two o'clock, but the students had to be there by 12 to make sure we all came on time. I was so nervous to go to graduation because I got a call less than 24 hours ago about a speech I wasn't prepared for. My mom could see the nervous look in my face and told me “ you're going to do great, don’t worry, we're all proud of you.”

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the building I dashed into the building with arms full of pots that my mom’s pulled chicken filled, relish tray, chips and dip, and the beautiful bakery cake. My Grandma Matthias was the next one to arrive at my graduation party with her homemade loaded macaroni salad, and chocolate covered strawberries. The next people to arrive at my graduation party was my Grandma Kathy who brought my Grandpa Terry, and my brother Austin, as well as bringing meatballs, cookies, homemade lemonade, and iced tea. My Grandma Brad was the last person to arrive at my graduation party, and she brought my cousin Ethan, my cousin Jack, and my Aunt Jen, as well as bringing her famous sausage and potatoes, and beans.

Stepping upon a simple stage was the best thing I could have ever done. Overseeing the multitude that was there to witness my every word, every tremble, every emotion, and every heart beat, was then that I realized that the sentiment was real. It was essentially the end of time and I could not bear to hold back what I no intentions of doing. Cry. Tears of joy darted down my face as I walked across the stage and received my ultimate gift. With fancy inscription, my gift was entitled “Class of 2009”. I had just graduated.