My Most Frightening Day

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

I was awaken by my mothers frantic crying. Immediatly I broke down because I already knew what that meant. My grandpa was no longer living. We rushed to hospice were his cold lifeless body was still laying in the hospital bed. Walking into that room was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. The moment we stepped into the door our family members were all circled around the hospital bed and all that was heard was weeping and crying. My mother was clearly affected the most by his death because she was the definition of a daddy’s girl. When she saw him laying there she instantly brroke down and rushed to his bedside and began talking to him as if he was alive. I remember her repeadtly saying “ I love you Wedaddy”. The look on my mothers face broke my heart. She had always been the light in a dark room. She was always the person that found a way to put a smile on everyones face. I had never seen her like this and it frightened me. Looking at my garndpa lay there lifeless and realizing I would never be able to get one of his famous hugs hurt

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

My grandpa died of Cardiac Arrest, where a sudden stop of blood flow fails due to the heart. At that time that I received the news from my family in Guatemala, I didn’t know how to react. Whether I should be sad and cry or stay quiet and give my condolences. All I knew is that it really hurt my family and they wanted to be with him. My grandma thought of something, booking a flight to Guatemala as soon as possible for his funeral. She decided to take me, my aunt and cousin. They were the only ones who really wanted to go in my family living in Los Angeles.

While students were watching videos in spanish class, a front desk helper came to fetch me. I felt a strong darkness running through my heart as I began to walk. The front desk advisor quickly said, “I am sorry for your loss”, then softly rubbed my shoulder as I weakly walked to my car, headed for home. A few years later my memories start to fade, and all I can recall are the happy parts of being with my father.

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

I was absolutely devastated when I got the news, because he was always there when I needed someone, and he was always willing to listen to the pointless drama my family and I ramble on about. His death was really hard for me to accept, because I had just started to get really close to him before he got sick. My Poppa was admitted into the hospital when he began to have issues with his breathing, and things just went downhill from there. He never went out anymore, and we hardly ever got to see him after he got sick. I still remember the day I got told he passed away. I just got a new haircut, and then my braces got put on. My mom said we were going to go see him that night, but we got held up at an event and never made it over to his house. The next day, my sister and I were sitting at the kitchen table when my dad came into the house. Immediately I could tell something was wrong because my dad had a long face, and he looked drained. He told us that he had some terrible news. I automatically thought he had gotten fired from his job, because I didn’t want to think about the worst possible thing that could have happened. My dad told us the news and I broke down almost instantly. I didn’t know what to do, because whenever something bad happened I would call him and he would tell me how to handle it. My family and I have grown a lot from this experience, we are closer now, and we confide in each

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

When my Grandma first recovered from cancer, we thought that we were done with the hospital. But one day, when my Grandparents were in Wisconsin at their cottage, we got a call from my grandpa saying that he was having horrible pains in his chest. So that night my Grandpa drove home with my Grandma and went to the hospital.

C was accustomed to doing. Little did we know that it was because his bones were weak. Shortly before his death in 2009, Mr. C was diagnosed with bone cancer. I was young so I didn't think much of it. Then one day I came home from school and both of my parents were home which was unusual. My dad looked very sad and was sitting quietly in the living room. I got some food and sat at the dinner table with my mom. The onkly thing she know to say to me simply was "he died today." I wasn't sure what to say or do so I ate my food then went to my room and cried silently. It was his birthday that day. My dad went to go visit him in the hospital to find out that the room had already been

7 years ago, my grandpa was alive and well, but 3 weeks went by and my mother explained to me that he had cancer. We went over to my grandpa's house to see him there he was sitting in the chair with a surgical mask this is when I realized he was sick. My mother was sobbing every night almost as if he had died I walked in there and I asked, 'are you okay?' She responded with yes, go to bed its getting late. Another few weeks went by and in this time, went to visit a few times my cousins, aunts, uncles, were all there. This was the last time I spoke to my grandfather, later that night my mom was crying extra hard and I was wondering what was wrong at the time I couldn’t think of what was wrong with my mom. This is when my dad told me that he had passed away I remember him saying that we need to love my mom and show that we care about her. My mom soon left to my grandmother's house, she went over there to comfort my grandma for her loss.

No one that I’d loved so dearly had ever died. The whirlwind experience of waiting for my parents to come home, watching my parents, aunts, and uncles plan a funeral, and then missing school for both the wake and the funeral was exhausting. The jam-packed schedule did not give me time to contemplate and understand what had happened. In fact, those first few days after my grandfather's death were the easiest as they were a distraction from the truth. Attend a wake, accept condolences, attend a funeral, accept more condolences, and then go home being too exhausted to have any further thoughts than “I want to go to bed”. It was the calm after the storm that hurt me in the long

The next day when we went to visit him, we were put in a waiting room. What we didn’t know is that they were fighting to save his life in the ER. When we were told he had passed, my life changed forever. The walk down to see my dad for the last time was the hardest thing I ever had to do. My mom went to a rehab two weeks prior, because she had spiraled out of control with her drinking addiction. I’ve never seen her so bad, desperate for a “buzz”. My mom is no better today than she was when she left my sister and me with my aunt and uncle almost two years