My Father And Brother - Original Writing

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

I went to my living room to ask my mom a question, to see she wasn’t there. I asked my brother “where’s mom?” and he replied with “shes at the hospital, grandpa got burnt.” I would never have expected “grandpa got burnt” to be as severe as it was. I remember my mom coming home around two in the morning. I got up and out of bed to ask some questions. She said “I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Pack some stuff up, we’re going to Waterloo tomorrow.” So I listened and packed up a bag.

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

And then, the day I had feared of most, finally arrived. We lost our father, the only figure I truly felt safe with. After months of mourning and painful transformations, our mother fell sick. In those terrible days, days during which I was locked in the basement most of the time, for my safety and even more: for the safety of my family, I was incapable of helping. To this, I regret even today.

One dark, howling night in October, I was camping at Lake Greeson all alone. It was freezing. I felt as if I opened the tent there would be ten feet of snow. The campfire needed to be put out before I went to bed.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

One good snowing after school day, the bell just rang my dad was in line and forgot that me and my brother Ethan were going to my friends house Austin mack house we were going to spend the night with him.

On the first day of the trip we slept in pretty late because we traveled all day the day before to get to the cabin. When we woke up that morning the ground was covered in a sheet of white snow. The snow just got thicker has the day went on. It

“Left down” echoes throughout the silent band waiting for whistles to signal when to start marching. Three whistles and we’re off. “Left, right, left, right,” repeats over and over in my head as we round the corner to start our way down Main Street in Aberdeen. Marching down the street my hat is slowly swiveling around my bun becoming further and further way from my eyebrows. Oh my goodness Camryn are you serious?! You didn't tighten your hat? Okay just play it off. Be cool. Discreetly reaching towards my hat, I pull it forwards with one hand hoping that no one noticed.

One lovely day my dad, brother, uncle, my cousin, and I were hanging out at lake watauga and taking ride out on the pontoon boat and tubing. We were talking on our pontoon boat at the dock and then it started to rain. Then I hear a big train coming fast at me. It was so scary because my brother cousin and I were freaking out. We sprinted up to our yurt, and my uncle hid in a shed a my brother and cousin were in the bathroom scared while my dad and I were trying to hatch down the yurt. Then all the rain lifted and there was a wall of rain and all the power went out. It was really frightening my dad tried closing the doors but they wouldn't close and he was thrown back from all the wind. So once he shut the doores he couldn't lock

“It’s going to be fine,” that's all I hear from the lady sitting next to me as I am crying and looking out the window as the house I was first brought home to grows smaller and smaller. I turned around and cried not knowing what was going on and why I was being taken from my home. The lady next to me began to comfort me and held me close while I cried. I didn’t know her or the other people that were with her and I was scared. I had no idea where we were going and I had no idea where my brothers or sister were. We drove for about half an hour and then we pulled into a big parking lot and stopped. We all got out and they led me into a large building that smelled like winterfresh air fresheners. The sound of crying and laughing filled the air while kids and

When my mom was driving there was a tunnels with lights on the ceiling. When we got in it was really cold in there. When we got there my mom and stepdad had to check in

It was a Saturday afternoon in the small town of Moscow, Idaho when tragedy struck. My grandfather was meeting with a businessman from Seattle, when an armed gunman entered the building. The gunman proceeded to shoot my grandfather and the man from Seattle several times. The man from Seattle was transported to a hospital in Seattle by helicopter, and thankfully, survived. My grandfather was rushed to the nearest hospital in an ambulance, but died due to the severe damage the bullets had caused to his chest. I vividly remember my parents breaking down in tears I never knew they were capable of. That day I experienced what it was to truly grieve.

It was December 26, 2014. I was back home in Lowell for Winter Break and it was my brother, Andres’, birthday. There was a good couple of feet of snow on the ground, the air was still cold and the streets and sidewalks were covered in a layer of ice. My family and I were just leaving the house to go pick my brother and nephew up. As soon as we got into my dad’s Chevy crossover, my mother’s telephone rang.