My Day Of My Life

There is one loss in my life that affected many aspects of my life for many years, the divorce of my parents. I was in barley entering the first grade and the tender age of five, soon to turn six, when my parents spent their last night as a married couple. I do not have many memories of my parents as a couple but I do remember the day my Daddy left. He was a policeman and I watched as his cruiser drove away from our family home. I remember my mom crying and not being willing to console me or explain to me what was happening. All I knew is there was a fight, my dad left, it seemed different than other times when he left, and my mom was crying. Everything about my life changed in the blink of a five year old’s eyes which is what makes this loss so significant in my life.

Pulling up at the hospital; I had no idea what I was about to endure for the first time. I walked to the end of the hall to see someone that meant so much to me laying there lifeless. I stood at the foot of his hospital bed; for a moment it seemed as if time had frozen. I was there with one other person when two nurses walked in to tell me “we see no signs of improvement, we are going to pull the plug”. I stood there and watched my best friend breath his last breath. When they allowed me to go back into the room, I immediately checked to see if he was still breathing. I walked to his side, rested my hand on his cold shoulder and prayed to God that this wasn’t real. Later flowers were piled up in the worst way and no one knew what to say or if they should speak at all. This amazing person was buried and I blamed God for the loss of his life and the physical pain that flooded my body. I couldn’t accept what had happened and told myself that it wasn’t real. I was so angry at God for making me go through this that I had lost all faith in him. My relationship with God was so amazing before I experienced this that I couldn’t understand why he would want this for me. I continued to question everything that I had ever known that I didn’t know what to believe in

The loss of a parent is a traumatic experience, especially when you are only 15 years old. I had everything in the world at that point, until I lost my best friend. The man I looked up to my entire life had now taken his own. My dad embodied what it meant to be the family man; if he was not at work, then he was devoting his time to his wife and kids. Almost every day was filled with a new adventure, whether it be a bike ride to the botanical gardens or a fishing trip to a picturesque lake in Michigan.

I was at one of my highest points in life during my 8th grade year. I was the captain of the cheerleading squad, I had all A's, and I was inducted into the Beta Club. Nothing could go wrong, or so I thought. It was the beginning of the second semester, halfway through the cheerleading season, when everything started to fall apart. I seemed to be getting in trouble and my grades wee dropping, but I kept pushing forward to advance myself to get to where I needed to

Watching my grandmother lay in the hospital and dieing was one of the most painful feelings I have ever felt in my life. I felt many different emotions when she passed away. I felt sad, angry, shocked, and many more, but all those feelings made me stronger as person mentally. I knew that one day everyone would die and no one could control that. Her death affected me in both a positive and negative way. My dad regrets many things that he did to his mom, so I know now that one day my parents will die and I should respect them and let them know I love them every day. The death of my grandma also made a negative effect on my life. Ever since she passed away my family been breaking

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

I, however, did not cope with death too well. The moment when I found out about my grandmothers death is something I remember like it was yesterday. Let me start from the beginning.

My grandmother passed away from colon cancer when I was six. We held a funeral at the local church, but since she passed away in Korea, my family was not able to bring her body. I remember my mother delivering her eulogy, but she was struggling to carry on as she was breaking down with tears rushing down her face. However, she looked at me and stopped crying – finishing the eulogy. I was too young and naïve to understand why she was mourning; instead, I pouted and I dreaded that entire funeral, oblivious to the circumstances I was in. I did not cry nor did I feel a single wave of sadness. I was too immature to realize how traumatizing this was for my mother.

The funeral started and I didn't cry at the beginning. I sat over in the corner and listened to great stories about my uncle, he really was a good man. As I sat there, I kept going over in my head how many times I had seen him, and it wasn't that many times, he lived close, why didn't I go see him more often, I started regretting everything. Right when I finished thinking about how I'm a bad person, and should have seen him more, they started calling up rows to say one more goodbye. I was proud of myself, I was trying to be strong for my mom and sister, I didn't want to cry. My sister and I walked up together. We were 3rd in line, we were getting closer and closer, I felt it, the feeling you get. I started to choke up, I coughed a little bit. By the time we were 2nd in line, I had totally lost it, forget being strong, I wanted to get down on my knees and just apologize for everything, I know it wasn't, but it felt like it was my fault, everything. We said our goodbyes and walked away, we were family so we got a back private room, I went in there and started bawling. Someone else from my family walked in, I don't even remember who it was, all I know is I needed someone to cry on. They walked over and gave me a hug, I cried for about 5 minutes, and then pulled myself together. I kept on thinking about everything,

The feeling of losing someone you love is indescribable. It came upon my family so suddenly, not a day goes by that I don’t think about my grandma. I tell myself everyday not to take life for granted, and after 2 years I am still learning.

It had been less than a week since we were told that my Great-Grandma was dead. We drove all the way to North Dakota for her funeral. When we got there, there was a casket with the pale, lifeless body inside. There was also a lot of people gathered for the funeral, which made a lot of sense considering that my Great-Grandma was 100 years old. After a waiting for while, we walked into a room where we were told how the funeral was going to go, but all I could think about is how real it felt that she was really gone and that I would never see her again. When we sat down in the chapel, I saw a picture of my Great-Grandma and inside my heart pounded and tears swelled. I held in my tears with all the strength I had, but when I saw the casket slowly

The day of the funeral was crushing. I got dressed in my dress and got my hair braided. My family and I drove to the funeral home. I started crying as soon as I got out of the car. I walked into the place. Most of my family was already there. I could tell they had been/ were crying. Honestly I didn't want to believe this was happening. I wished that this was just a dream. The family stood up at the casket. I looked into the casket I looked at my mammy she looked beautiful. Memories flashed through my mind. I was forever gong to miss her I still do. People I didn't know were coming up to us saying how sorry they were. after a while we all sat down. The preacher was up at the podium saying how great mammy was. After the funeral we drove to the graveyard were it continued there. The preacher talked some

Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

I woke up and i got ready, brushed my teeth, got dressed for school. my dad was dropping me and my sister off at school when he got a phone call from my grandma or know as his mom. The words that came out her mouth was marve died. That was my grandpa. My grandpa was my dads step dad. He started bursting into tears. That was the first time i saw my dad crying I asked what was going on to my dad he said your grandpa died. That was the first time i saw my dad cry ever it was so surprising. My dad drove away to go see her and comfort her. He asked her if she was ok and my grandma said i'm fine.

Even though was always a little sad, nothing really earth shattering really happen until I lost my grandfather, I had never had a major death in the family except maybe a great grandparent here or there. I was at a cousin's birthday party and was having a pretty good time. My parents had been on vacation and were coming back that night and I was really excited for them to be coming back they let us have a good time at the party but as we were leaving they explained that my grandfather had passed away a few days ago and that we wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.