My Old Moment

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,

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

My life changed dramatically when my son was ten months old. My husband and I decided to tell my mother in law that she cannot be a part of our lives. We had every reason to tell her because my mother in law did not come to see our son and she favored her other two grandchildren. She made promises to us that she will come to our baby shower, his birth, and to come visit more often which never happened. We were tired of getting our hopes up. we did not want our son to go through the same heart ache. Two years went past and I received news that she was going to be in town for a family function. She said she wanted to see us. I could feel in my chest, my heart pumping. Deep down my husband and I both wanted to talk to her again. This was our chance. A week before the family reunion my husband and I were nervous and wondered if that was the right thing to do for our son. We went through the week thinking of the worst thing that can happen. Finally, the day before the reunion our nerves have settled and we started to think positive. I thought to myself it will be good because our son will have his grandma and he can build his own opinion of her.

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

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 never expected anyone to be this heartbroken over my death. Here I was 15 year old boy named Andy Hollows. My death was tragic, Leukemia is never easy to deal with. I was currently watching my mom wrap Christmas presents for my younger sibling. This is their first Christmas without me and I wasn’t too happy with my dad acting like a Grinch this time of the year in this exact situation. Lord knows my mom did not need it, nobody did in fact they were depressed, heartbroken, lost, and dull. I was always the one to cheer them up when they were sad, help Mom decorate for christmas, and help my younger sister, Ann pick out a ugly Christmas sweater to wear. I was interrupted out of my dark and useless thoughts by the door bell ringing.

She told me all the struggles she had to overcome so we all could have a better life. My grandmother was a wise and strong woman. She raised thirteen children of her own and some of her grandchildren. I loved to see me granny smile and hate for something to be wrong. On September 18, 2017 was her last day alive and it seem to be the worst day of my life? I cried and cried, but I had to pull myself together. I had to be a man because one day ever one has to go, and if it’s your time it’s just your time. God has a reason for ever thing he do and haven just got an awesome angel. A couple days after she died I was stuck in a slump. All I could do was get high to ease the pain. At time I was just a lost soul and had a thought I had to do something better with my life that’s what granny would have wanted. I was chilling at the house and I had to decide to go apply for some jobs. So the next day a phone call woke me out of my sleep and it was Job Corp and that’s when I made it up in my mind that I need to come here to brighter my future. So God truly workers in mystery ways but they are blessing. My granny is my motivation while I’m here at job corp. She would want me to get

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

My dad's brother told me to stop playing the song, now was not the time to be playing music. He then told me to come into the kitchen with him, after going into the kitchen, I noticed prepared food and deserts on all of the counters and then I was confused. If there was a party going on why was everybody crying? He turned me around, so I was facing him as I was scanning the kitchen trying to understand why all this prepared food was here, and no one was having any. My uncle Ray looked me right in the face, and said one sentence that changed my life forever. And that sentence was “YOUR SISTER JACKIE IS DEAD.” Jackie was sixteen years old, at the time of her death. Jackie died as the result of a car crash on the way to the picnic. If my two friends and I had gone to the picnic, we would have suffered the same fate. Needless to say I Ioved my sister Jackie very much.

“May God welcome his new angel, the late Harry Martin Jr to his place and watch over his family and friends.” After the pastor say those words, the gravediggers open the burial vault which made father made his way to the ground. The Congregation were quiet and didn’t stir any emotion, but tears were falling from my eyes and anger stab in my chest. Just last week, I was given piano advice from my father for my wedding gig; now, he is gone from an sudden heart attack which doesn’t make sense. My father never stuff any illness except for a common colds in his life, so have can a sudden heart attack happen? Hearing the news for the first time from my mother, I’ll couldn’t stop crying and can’t believe it, but there is an motive to my father’s

It was still painful when I found the voice memo. One day, at age 15, I was making voice memos when I happened to notice 3 voice memos that were dated back in 2012. The moment I clicked on the first one, my grandfather's voice flooded the room. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away ”. I look back on this moment now as bittersweet. Hearing his voice felt warm and cold at the same time. At the end of the song he said “I love you Caroline” and that was the last thing I heard my grandfather

When I was seven I was running and someone pushed me and I fell and hit my head on a window seal and cut my head open.I was immediately rushed to the hospital and when we got there we sat in the waiting room and I was dripping blood all over the floor so when the nurses noticed they ran and got the tool to get my head fixed and i had to get eight staples in my skull.They did it in the waiting room because they said if I lost anymore blood I could have passed out.

As I got my brother, I know something was up because we never had family meetings. Also, my mom looked dreadful. This was also the first time I had ever felt scared. When we all were at the table our mom said, “ Kids, you know Maggie was old right?” We both nodded, so she could continue, now I know something was really inadequate, “ When I got to the vet today our veterinarian said that even if she gave Maggie the shot that she would just get worse but very slowly. So, I did what I had to do for Maggie. Kids, I had to put her down. She died in my arms.” I was initially crying because I loved Maggie. Mom said she had Maggie's ashes. But I could barely here because I was crying so hard. We also still have the ashes on the mantel. At the time a prayed a lot for god to bring her back to our family. I predicted at the time I was still in shock. I remember her, and I still miss her sometimes. But I know that she did not suffer that much. I also know that she is a better

Have you ever encountered a tragic moment and saved someone’s life? All of a sudden I was the only one that could help because everyone else was in shock. The bravest moment of my life that surprised me was giving CPR to a man in a restaurant.