My Memories Of The Last Goodbye

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

One night as I searched for my mother, my dad told me she was not feeling like herself. My dad told me to let her rest that night and I could talk to her the following morning. As I started to wake up the next morning my father was sitting at the foot of my bed and informed me I’d be spending the day with my Aunt Michelle because my mother had a doctor’s appointment. I could not wrap my head around why I would not be attending this appointment but had attended all the others. Later that evening once again both my parents came into my room but this time without smiles. With a shaky voice my mom began to tell me she had been diagnosed with Preeclampsia and her illness was progressing quickly. Now with tears running down her face she continued

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

In November of 2014 my aunt tragically took her own life. That day I got a tearful phone call from my dad; I could feel his heart breaking as the words came out of his mouth. I held back tears as I drove to his office to be with him, knowing that in this moment I had to be strong for my dad. Together, heavy-hearted, we went and broke the news to my grandparents. During a time of year when most people prepare to gather together with loved ones to celebrate the holidays, my family and I were unexpectedly thrown into a period of mourning. My grandmother asked again and again why Joanie did what she did. I was at a loss for words. I had no answers. I still don’t.

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in my

It’s been 5 years since that night at my grandma’s house in 2012. We went up to my grandma’s cabin around Thanksgiving but something wasn’t right. My dog Birch wasn’t acting right. We went to bed thinking everything was ok, but during the middle of the night, Birch ran away. He was found in the woods near my grandparents house. My dad brought him back into the house and we all went back to sleep. But in the morning, I woke up to find Birch lifeless on the ground. My mother next to him and my dad on the bed. As I walked into the room I tried to hold the tears back but it was too hard. The tears flowed down my face and over my hands as I covered my mouth. Birch was dead. It took a while for this to

I was driving home from my uncle's cabin by the boundary water up north with him my grandma and my two younger cousins, about an hour in my grandma got a phone call and started crying and i heard her talking about my mom and some sort of brain injury, once she got off the phone about 15 minutes later she told me what happened to her and that she had a brain aneurysm she explained what it was because I had no idea what that was and how bad it could be, after she told me what it was I could not help but look it up on my phone and that was a horrible decision because the first thing that I saw that it was a 50% death rate, after I saw that I could not help but start crying and thinking what would happen if my mom would die. The last 5 hours of that car ride felt like forever. When I got to the hospital later that day, I saw my whole family there and my moms friend that were there when it happened, My dad said she was going through surgery right when i got there.

Sometimes, the sorrowful events in life bring out the best in your life and yourself. Two years ago, I went through true maturation through a traumatic event that immensely affected me as a person. As pencils were being sharpened and the sounds of school filtered back into my life, I found out my Grandma had Cancer. In an effort to provide better treatment, she came to live with us for four months. That time was incredibly precious and special as I saw my Grandma in a whole new light. I saw her strength, her tenacity, and her positivity.

She offered to take us to Stanford Hospital and wait for my mom’s surgery to finish. When we arrived at the hospital the concierge told us her surgery would take two to four more hours. I kept praying while waiting for the surgery to finish. Hours later the Doctor came out with the news, he stated “Froda lost a massive amount of blood, she will need a lot of rest, but she is in a stable condition”. Hearing those words gave me a bit of relief, but I was still emotionally devastated. Days later she woke up. Her face was pale as a ghost and had tubes going around her body. I was in shock and times couldn’t take the pain. I kept asking: “Mom do you know who I am?”. She would nod her head slowly.When she spoke, every word that came out was mumbly. I nor can anyone understand her, but I was happy that she was

Then, my mom had just arrived from work, at Banner Gateway as a microbiologist, and a future Physician Assistant. Since she had just come home, she was extremely exhausted after working from 7:00 p.m to 6:00 a.m, so she went straight to sleep. After the most amazing breakfast ever, my dad, little sister and I left the house at 7:53 a.m, as I remember exactly. Everything was perfectly normal, until my dad got a call. We still hadn’t left our neighborhood when my aunt had ever so mysteriously called my dad screaming over the cell phone. After hearing this, I knew something really terrible happened and would effect my family forever. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I was willing to figure it all out. My aunt lived in the same neighborhood as my family, so we turned the car around and zoomed towards her house as fast as we could. As my father opened his door and hustled out of the car, I had

Last year on November, my sisters, their boyfriends, and I went to Las Angeles for a late graduation present. We went to Las Angeles so we can go to Universal Studios and Disneyland to have fun. on the first day we spent the whole day looking around Las Angeles taking a tour around. On the second and third day we went to Disneyland and Universal Studios, it was my first time going to DisneyLand and Universal Studios and i had a great time. When we were about to leave Las Angeles my mother called and told us my grandmother died. me and my sisters were crying cause we were sad when we heard the news and my mother cried also. My grandmother lives in Vietnam so we couldn’t visit the funeral, so i couldn’t go to the funeral and i stayed back in

One sunny day in the summer of 2012, I was up at my Aunt Jenny’s house when I got the unexpected call from my grandmother. I knew that my mom had health issues but I thought they were all solved when she got the first surgery when she was 14, but I never thought that I was going to nearly lose my mom again from the same situation. It was hard to know that I could have lost her so abruptly. It was extremely hard to get used to my mom being in the hospital and having to learn what I was going to do next in life. I tried to keep myself occupied so I would not have to think about her in the condition she was in but that only made me more depressed than I was to begin with. I did not have any one to talk to about it and I just kept all my feelings inside because I did not want anyone to know how horrible I truly felt. I started to understand for what reason and why it happened when I met to my best friend of four years. Sophie is a big

In 2009 a lot went on in my life. On April 9, 2009 I was at my grandma house sleep when I heard someone call my name it was my grandma. So I got up to see what she wanted and she said, “I’m having hot flashes go and get me a cold rag to put on my forehead.” So I did and when I came back I put it on her head. Then she begun to close her eyes slowly so I thought she was going to sleep. But when I tried to wake her she wouldn’t wake up. She always kept a book of emergency contacts beside her bed on the dresser. So I called my cousin Donnie and said, “I, I think granny dead.”He said, “WHAT!!” So when he got there he told me to get out the room so he can see. Then he came back a few minutes

A week had gone by and I remember I was an 8th grader in my 6th class period, I had gotten a note that said I was going home for the day. But it was weird to me because usually when I get that note I have a doctor’s appointment or something. But as I was walking to the office my mom wasn't even there yet, and I was just really confused, the lady’s at the front desk told me just to sit and wait. There face didn't look so happy. But as I waited for my mother to come I was just thinking and I already knew it had something to do with my grandpa Joe who was in the hospital battling cancer for the second time. As my mother walked in she was wearing sun glasses, she signed me out and I asked her “mom where are we going” she couldn't even answer my question until we got in the car, she started crying to me saying it was my grandpas time to

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to