My Mom's Loss Research Paper

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

I’m going through the loss of my grandpa. My mother helped my through the loss. We got through it together at my house with my mom and dad. I faced I faced this tragedy when I went to the funeral.

Although her death was a tragedy, it made me realize that this is the only life I will ever have, and I need to embrace every aspect of it and not take one millisecond of it for

During my junior year, my grandmother, who raised me, passed. This news devastated me to the core because she had just gotten orthopedic surgery and was doing a lot better. I fell into a major depression. I bothered very little about my environment, even my academics. This caused me to miss major assignments in my advanced placement classes, bringing my cumulative GPA to a 2.75. It wasn’t until my senior year when I ultimately realized how childish I was being. I learned my future does depend on any person. Even though my was very instrumental in my life, she is gone now, and I must make something better of myself so I could live a comfortable life and make her

There were students from all around the world who had different cultures, religions, and hardships. I perceived that high school is a race, a race where I can run at my own pace and my goals are the prize. I entered an environment where the opportunities were endless and I was allowed to accomplish whatever I want. My confidence began to flourish. I started involving myself in school work and began to participate in class. During my sophomore year, I engaged in numerous group activities such as the school play, science competition team, and advanced arts. I earned respect and developed a reputable character in school. I reached a milestone in my journey during junior year when I was inducted into the National Honors Society, played varsity tennis and became class

For the duration of time amidst graduation and resuming my education I chose to instead take the time to better myself by means of coping with the hand I’d been dealt. High school was discouraging to say the least. Academically I was a failure, which was frustrating for everyone concerned, since it wasn’t a question of my intelligence, but my lack of motivation. Fortunately, I had a large support system, without which I wouldn’t have graduated, however, this support system was unconventional, including my dad and most of the faculty at Golden High School, which left me somewhat isolated from my peers. I struggled relating to most of my fellow classmates on a deeper than superficial level, which left me with only a few genuine relationships

I am Alyssa DeLillo. Growing up I have lived a decent life. I was raised in a good household, tried to always keep people happy, and made lots of friends. Up until the age of eight I lived in a small city in California. I had the best parents and grandparents a child could ask for. At a young age though, I lost my father to a heart condition that couldn’t be controlled. At the time of it happening I didn’t understand what was going on but later as I got older my mother explained it to me. For a while, it was all I could think about and it still sits in the back of my thoughts but, I learned to move on and to cope with the sad thoughts. I reminded myself I still had my mom.

I never realized how the impact of someone’s death could effect me and society. Recently a student from my school died in a tragic accident. The little girl was in 5th grade, about 10 yrs old, and was injured in a horse accident. News of the little girl’s death hit me very hard, due to the fact that my little sister is in the same grade. It has opened my eyes that we don’t know about the future and what it brings. That we need to spend as much time with our families as we can, and that we should never take anything for granted because it might be the last time we get the opportunity.

Dear Mom, I just want you to know you are my hero. You have given up so much for me and to this day you still continue to put everything you have on the line for me to have a better, more fulfilling life than you did. You were just fifteen years old when you got pregnant with me, you and dad both dropped out of school and gave up your education to start working so that you guys could be ready for me financially whenever I came into this world. You were criticized, looked down on, and judged by other people because you chose to start another life before you had even started yours. You kept strong and had me and ever since the day I was born you have been by my side and have never left me.

Growing up at home was difficult since my father used many negative words and I was very sensitive to them. This mixture never worked well and I slowly detached myself from him. This affected me, it was a hassle and mainly when I was alone most of the time. I always saw teenagers being bullied in movies, and sadly enough I was one of those teenagers in middle school. Eventually, I evolved from that stage and entered high school where I met different people who I could’ve related too. My first thought was that it would be the best four years of my life, but little did I know that my views of life would alter instead.

It hasn't been easy, I would be lying again if I said there hasn't been times when I wanted to have a break down, but I don't give up that easy. Simply giving up and using my mother’s death as a crutch for not having to do anything in life is not at all what she would have wanted, typing this now seems almost cruel, but I know it's true. Tragedy doesn't define us, it's what we do after the calamity that can be our defining characteristics. I don't want to be known as the kid that got depressed and gave up, the one everyone pities, I want to be the one who stood in the face of adversity and kept

As this progressed, I began to see how badly I had allowed my woes to impact my grades; I had gone from a straight A student to a mediocre student. Currently, it may be too late in other people’s eyes, but I am actively fixing my mistakes, by relentlessly studying and by asking for help when I need it. I aspire to continue persevering and striving to do my best. I believe that moment changed my life for the better; even though I lost my aunt, I gained knowledge from this experience and a new understanding of life. Furthermore, as a result of this experience, I yearn to help others who have felt a similar darkness, because I know difficulty of finding the light without the warmth and the support of loved ones, and even if they have support, I want to guide them as much as I can. Currently, I want to major in psychology in the hopes of gaining more insight into the science behind the human mind and its functions. Afterwards, the path is still unclear, but I believe I will continue my education in psychology or go into social work to become an oncology social

I remain here day by day, watching my family fall apart in agony, and I can’t do anything to help them. My mother doesn’t leave the house, she sits crying outside my bedroom door blaming herself for what happened to me. My father drowns himself in his work and stays at the office 24/7, leaving the rest of my family to deal with this tribulation on their own. My sister has taken my death harder than everyone else, but who can blame her, we were very close. My sister and I shared everything, secrets, clothes, even friends. We were both really good girls who just made one bad decision to attend a party.

Even though I have suffered what some would consider a tremendous loss, by losing my mother when I was just six years old, I would not consider it a negative experience. There is no limit to the amount of information to be learned, knowledge to be obtained, wisdom to be acquired. I learned so much from my mother’s death that I believe I benefitted from it. Her death brought new opportunities for teaching, learning and improved relationships with family members. For this reason, learning is one of my top priorities in life. I strive to learn something new everyday, whether it's in school, from an experience, or from an acquaintance.

My mother died 4 years ago from an asthma attack not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. It was hard for me when I find out she had passed away in consideration of I was still young and still in Middle school, but I knew my whole life was about to change and losing a mother will change the way I see the world. I would describe my mother as a beautiful, well educated women. My mother’s carried me for nine months, gave birth to me, she was the first person I seen when I opened my eyes, fed me when I was hungry, didn’t get no sleep for months when I woke up in the middle of the night crying, change my diaper, watched me smile every time I seen her face, she saw me when I first started to crawl, when I took my first step, said my first word. She was always there when I needed her especially when I was sick . When I was upset she was always there to make me laugh. When I needed advice she was the only one I could talk to rather than my father . She was a strong, loving, and caring mother who I always knew that was on my side, she would do anything for me and my brother and give us the perfect upbringing that made us the women and men we are today. She was the most beautiful women I ever knew moreover, she always was a big part of my life and now that she is gone I can’t talk to nobody else about how my day been. When my brother called and told me that my mother was in the hospital the first word I said to him were “This can’t be happening”.