My Personal Experience : My Experience Of A Mother

If you really knew me, you would know that I am ever so lucky to have my mom. I have a mother who cares about me, supports me, makes sacrifices for me, and constantly does what she can to help me. If it wasn’t for my mom I don’t know where I would be. I couldn’t ever put into words how thankful I am for her. My mom is as strong as Hercules. She is a single mom and I admire her for all the strength she has. She does it all by herself. I know it is stressful on her sometimes, but somehow she stays positive and calm as a peaceful sleep. I have great respect for my mom. I’ll admit my mom is a thorn in my side sometimes, but I love her and could not live without her.

I admired your parents. The always treated me with friendship, and the news of your mom’s death deeply saddened me. She was a good woman and I know she will be missed by all her knew her.

The day I almost died was the day my child came into this world. She came bursting into this world four weeks earlier than expected and it all started a week earlier. A simple checkup that resulted into an ultrasound, labor, and finally the moment I almost died.

Although its not always easy, some days being worse than others, I keep persevering. I’ve developed life skills to help me overcome obstacles and I know I have built up the strength to be able to handle the worst of situations. It’s important to me to live every day to the fullest and never take time for granted. Life can be taken away so quickly, therefore its important to not leave any regrets, do what makes you happy, and always tell the people you love, that you love them. Although I don’t seem much different than my peers in most situations I encounter and most conversations I participate in, I will still always be the girl whose mom passed away. My experience is very meaningful to my life and I feel as if I wouldn’t be complete without sharing. The loss of my mom has impacted me significantly, shaping my personality and all other aspects of who I

My father came to U.S every year to work. Most of the time spent with my mother and my brothers. I remember when was time for my father to come to the United State and left my family because of work, it was the hardest for me, well not only for me but also for my family. Every time that I saw my father to say goodbye, my behavior changed. Since was the only girl of four brothers. I was most of the time with him, but he always treated all siblings equally. He returned every year to visit my family. The hardest part of my life, started one day when he started to did not feel well, something wrong was with his feet, that he could not even walk and it was sad thing, seeing my father sick, he could not even walk, but he always told me “daughter I am good don’t worry, everything its fine” well that words made me feel better, I knew that he was lying. However, my mind thought positive. All started on a Tuesday, I was eating in the kitchen with one of my brothers, we heard that my mother was calling my brother. She was screaming and my brother runs. Then I went to check if everything was fine, I saw that two of my brothers were trying to open the door of one of the rooms. My mother saw me there and she told me “go away” I saw their behaviors was not good, was scared, but I stayed with her. My brother finally opened the door. My father was trying to commit suicide. After, I saw my father trying to do that, just run, hug him and cried with him, I remember to

The worker contacted Joetta Rhone who is the mother of Kelly Rhone and maternal grandmother of her children. Mrs. Rhone stated “I’m shocked at the allegations pointed at Kelly I have seven grandchildren all together and they’re all active in the church. I see Alaina and Markel at least three times a week especially on Wednesdays when we have church. We I see the children there always clean neat and well groomed. I’ve never seen any mark or bruises on the children and I don’t have any concerns for their safety living with Kelly. Kelly is a good mother she doesn’t drink or do drugs in fact I admire the way she parents her children because she a young mother she had Alaina while she was still a senior in high school and I’m proud of her for continuing

Yesterday is the fourth remembrance years of my mother, Katherine Williams. Since I haven't said a words to her in the last 2 years of her death anniversary. Because I can't bear with what I had a sorrowed with her yearly anniversary by not there with us and me. The words in what I want says to her is NOT ENOUGH, conversely, the memories of what I had spend time with my mother when the good and bad in these days are the best ever I had. I don't matter how much the big or small amount that I had spend time with her, I always remember what is she were do with me by seen whoever the mothers are with their children walked passed each others from the outside or inside of the buildings, in stores, hospital, and more. And yet, it is no reason for

My mum passed away one year prior a month ago. By one means or another I have made it 395 days without hearing her voice; her voice was as beautiful as a crystal clear lake. I watched her beaming in the open darkness; her bright crescent moon smile as brilliant as the star-studded sky above us. Freckled. Eyes as blue as a cloudless sky on a summer day.

I remember waking up early but I didn’t want to go to the funeral. I was still shocked, I didn’t wanna see my cousin like this. My mama came in my room to wake me up, I was wrapped up under the covers, but I didn’t want to be bothered. I was crushed into pieces it took me a whole hour to get dressed. After I got dressed I ran to the truck, and we made our way to the church. As we was walking up to the church door I put on black shades because I didn’t want anyone to see my eyes. We walked to the back of the church and had a seat. My brothers and cousins was dressed in black and green, because that was Braidz favorite color. I wore all black. They had a huge tv inside of the church. On the tv they showed pictures of braidz and man it was too sad. Everytime a different picture showed a tear fell down my eye. It was too unreal! His uncle T gave a speech about him it was a good one! Braidz was the only child so his death was something his parent’s couldn’t get over. The funeral was over and now we were at the burial. As they put braidz casket into the ground I seen my brother’s break down in real tears. It was so sad; We had to take jermaine to his car, it was a feeling I never wanted to experience again! He was crying so hard that the sun reflected off of his skin and his skin looked like paint. I felt bad for my brother. He lost a very good childhood friend/cousin. We all were saying our final goodbyes to him! Braidz death

I had always assumed that being my Mom meant you would be with me forever. When you received your diagnosis of cancer, I was heartbroken. I suddenly realized that I could lose you. I know you were not scared of dying, but the idea paralyzed me. I could not imagine my life without you. Loneliness came over me as I dealt with our new fate. I watched as your body succumb to the evil face of cancer. Your chestnut hair, sapphire eyes, and a smile that could win the hearts of the world started to wither. Your strength and

It has been two years since my mother left me and I still reached into my pocket for the locket my mother gave me when I was 20. I opened it up to view a picture of my mother because I missed her dearly today. I missed her shouting at me to wake up, making breakfast for me while I was sleeping, going on walks with her, her taking my pictures, and her kind words.

We spent more time together as a family, this includes family dinners and weekend activities to new places. My siblings and I were inseparable; they were the only people who knew exactly was I was going through. After leaving the house, I would get in the habit of saying “I love you” because I did not know what could happen that day. I have not taken anyone for granted since August 21st. During May 2016, my mother had a series of surgeries and harsh radiation treatments. Even with everything going on, she still managed to be there for me and my siblings. For junior prom, I was ecstatic when I saw my mother come to my pictures, I would have never imagined she would be there when she was suffering from melanoma but she never stopped smiling through the pain. She never stopped being the most affectionate, caring, and warmhearted person that I know. Of course there were bad days when treatments were too rough and left everyone in a bitter mood but that did not stop the endless love that we all had for one another. On the day of one of her surgeries, was my high school graduation. She skipped her surgery to see me walk across that auditorium stage and receive my diploma because that was her dream for me. I was and always will be proud my mother and her journey through cancer and how she did not let cancer stop her from being who she

She was there when I needed help walking down the stairs at night and she was there when I needed help changing in order to shower , and then again when I needed to change to clean clothes. And all the time it was with the brightest of smiles as if she enjoyed taking care of me again like as if she had a second chance at babying me. Every morning I would wake up to the smell of buttery toast, fluffy egg whites and the decadent smell of chocolate pancakes. But I’ve always seen this side of my mother but what really touched me was when I had to go through rehab. When the sessions started to get tough and I felt I couldn’t take it anymore she was there telling me to press on and to stop being a wuss. That’s when my mother changed from being an over protective mom to my hero.

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

The memory of my mother will follow me wherever I go, and however far living my dreams with a gentle scent of her perfume and the shimmering of her laugh. She was there to show me how much she cared and She was there when I made my first steps. She taught me to smile and laugh.