My Mother's Loss

On December 17th, 2011 the person who was supposed to guide me through life, watch me grow, and teach me how to get through life, passed away. My mother’s death was certainly out of the blue and has impacted my family and I drastically. About 55.3 million people die each year and one of the most important person to me became a part of that statistic ( ) . My loss changed how I grew up, how things were in my household, and has altered my opinions on life. The experience of losing someone close to me and it being so unexpected has opened my eyes on how I should cherish the ones I love and not take life for granted.

My mother worked day and night so I had to care for my sister and cousins. On some occasions I had to help my mom clean houses to earn money. At the age of thirteen up until I was sixteen I was cleaning houses for the people we longed to be. I got a glimpse of a life I have never known. For the most part my mom’s boss was nice, but her family was ignorant at times. They would ask me where I have traveled and if I’ve been to all these kinds of expensive places. When I answered no they asked why not. I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that my mom and I were cleaning their dishes and making their beds for less than the minimum wage to be able to barely afford the rent of the small room we all

Losing my mother, the most important person to me , was a life changing event that altered the way I see the world. Knowing that she is in a better place and at peace is everything I could've wanted for my mother. As me and my siblings grow older we miss her more every day. I have learned never to take someone for granted because we aren't promised forever with them. We have to make the most of who and what we

Her passing has made me learn so much about myself and recognize what is truly important in life. I think about everything she has taught me or had tried to teach me all those years. I recall and replay her advice and knowledge inside my head like a broken record each time I am feeling super critical about my decisions and myself. Now that she is gone, I wish I could do it all over again and be a better son growing up. Even though I think about that on a regular basis, I have to remind myself that what done is done. She loved me no matter what. Use what I did growing up as a reminder to move forward and be successful. Most of all, I will always remember my mother for doing everything in her power to keep me moving

Internet blogger Helen Ramos once wrote, “A good son will never allow sorrow to befall [his] mother...and act as if he is an only child [who] cares...protects when no one dares...serves with his life in return. . .” While I could not prevent sorrow from befalling my mother, nor could I protect her; however, I have committed my life to serving her memory by becoming the son she would want me to be (Ramos). As a result of losing my mom, I have learned the importance of taking care of my health, the fragility of relationships, and financial stability.

Growing up I never had the typical childhood. My parents had me when they were still teenagers in High School. They were not financially stable enough to take care of me, considering they were young and had no jobs. My mother dropped out to start working and my dad got his GED at an adult school before he started to work. For a while we were living in a motel because my parents were not on good terms with their own parents at the time. Although I was too young to remember our lives in the motels, I gathered enough insight on how it was for my parents, and it was not pretty. Since my parents were never together officially, after the motel stage, we never slept in the same house all together. My mom eventually moved in with my sisters dad, which

After my mom divorced my father, we moved into the home of my grandparents. My mom had gotten her first job since being married to my dad and my grandma suggested that she move in so she could help care for Johan and me. Grandma had just retired; she was ready to enjoy having grandkids.

I graduated from college and found a job at a law office, the law in a practice sense was very different than the class room and I hated it. I remained best friends with my sister, my mother and I were still very close even though she was busy finding herself. I became very close with one friend who was my support, she accepted me without judgment and was a very significant person in my life. I was still in a relationship with the guy I met before college, he was four years older than myself and played the role of a father which, I was of the need of at this period of time in my life. We bought a house together when I was 22, I was focused on finances and renting seemed as if it was a waste of money. Looking back, this period of time had little obligations which gave me the ability to I travel and lived selfishly, although I was always anxious and overwhelmed. I wasn’t completely clear as to who I was and what I wanted to be. I was married at 25 however, was divorced two years

One major hardship in my life I was forced to overcome was the death of my good friend Anna. I will never forget the night of Anna’s car accident and how this news made me feel. On March 19, 2016, I went to bed not knowing I would be awoken to such tragic news. As my mom came into my room, crying, I knew something was awry. “Anna was in a car wreck tonight and they are not sure if she is going to make it,” she said. My heart skipped a beat. Within a few hours, we got word that Anna didn’t make it. The whole situation felt so unreal to me, and it wasn’t until school on Monday, it became real. The girl whom I shared so many laughs with was now an empty seat in my algebra class. Little did I know on that previous Friday, it would be the final time I would get the chance to talk to her. So what did I learned from this experience? The loss of Anna taught me to cherish every moment

During the short time in my life she didn’t have the opportunity to teach me a whole lot, but I have learned one major lesson since her death; which has stuck with me to this day. She taught me never to take life for granted. There comes a point in life when our time on earth is simply finished. Nobody knows when it is their time; which means we need to make the most of every moment, especially when it comes to loved ones.

One way my past experiences have affected where I am today is through my mom. She has always been a big influence in my life and has sculpted me into the person I am today. She has taught be everything I know. She has not only affected me through my personal life, but also through my educational life. My mom is a teacher and taught me for 9 years all through elementary school. She has helped me improve my writing by teaching me proper grammar, spelling, diagrams, etc. I might not always remember what she has taught me, but she has still helped me tremendously. I am so grateful I had such a patient teacher to help me so far. My mother has affected so many different areas of my life that I know I would not be the same without her. This is not

My mother died four days after my sister Layla was born due to complications after birth with an infection. That tragedy convinced me that I want to become a midwife to make sure that other women and their babies survive that experience.

First, my parents got divorced in 2011 when I was 8 years old. This impacted my life a lot because both my mom and dad had to move. Before my parents got divorced me, my two older sisters, one older brother, mom, dad, and my little sister lived a pretty good life. With my parents divorced it has changed me as a person. They now have 50/50 custody of me &’ my little sister.

My mother is the one that I always look up to. Her personality, her behavior, and her knowledge seem to be perfect. I tried to imitate her actions when I was young, but instead of praise, she would always find more mistakes in my choices. She was not a housewife, and nothing like a housewife when we lived in China. She used to come home very late, never drunk but very tired and stressed out.

It all started in the summer of 1990 about 25 years ago, I was a bright eyed pig tailed, seven year old girl with nothing to do in the hot summer day of Arcata California. I lived with my older sister, who was almost never home (she was in college) and my mom.