My Sad Loss Of Wesson

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

When I was 13 I lost a very close family friend, that day is one I will never forget. He was like a second father to me; he taught me how to ride my bike, how to do a backflip on the trampoline, how to bake, all things I still use constantly. He had two kids, a boy and a girl, both which were older than me. My

On May 11th 2013, my grandma passed away due to pancreatic cancer. A little later that year on September 25th, my mom received a call from my aunt in Guam that my dad had passed away in his sleep. Then on May 14th 2014, my grandpa passed from complications of an allergic reaction to a medication. So within a year, I was left to deal with three immediate family deaths, one right after another. Losing such important figures in one’s life could leave someone depressed and unmotivated to move on with their own life and to rise above those challenges is difficult, yet possible. During this time of hardship, I grew discouraged and saddened, but over time I became motivated to set aside these struggles and make a change.

Last week, we lost a very important person in our life, someone that was a true gentleman, great at singing and dancing, and married to wonderful Katie with two children, Francie and Neeley. He was a fantastic friend, husband, father, and family member to have. Although we will mourn his loss for the rest of our lives, we can always remember how wonderful he was.

My grandpa was one of the most caring and understanding men that I have ever known. He always found a way to make us happy, whether he was dressing- up as Santa Claus, on Christmas Eve, or building us tree houses. His death greatly affected both my grandma and I.

This past saturday, our family lost the one thing that made our world go round. we lost a person that could not possibly be replaced. we lost a person that made our family stronger than ever. we lost a person that taught us more than any school or institution could teach. we lost gramp, and i lost my best

My story truly began the day that my father passed. I will never forget how blue and clear the sky was. It was like heaven was beaming with joy because they added a new angel while I was mourning the loss of my best friend. My father worked in Nigeria part-time where he and my mother originated so his family there told his friends to tell us the message in person. The day that our family in Oklahoma came over to my home to me and mom that he was gone is forever stained in my memory. All I could think of was my brother because he was not there so I knew I had to tell him when he returned home. I looked at my brother when he came in the house took him to his room, and let him know the news. He cried and cried and I wiped his tears while holding mine back and told him, “We overcome this setback by showing the world what the Iyaye’s can do.” I stepped

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

His bravery and positive attitude gave me a new perspective on life. His final surgery, we were told that his spine was slowly dissolving, so they would try to replace most of it with artificial parts. Every time I feel like the pressure of life is weighing down a little too hard and I feel like giving up, I think of that little boy laying there in so much pain, telling me that he knows everything will work out the way it is supposed to. For such a young child, he influenced me to be grateful for every day I am given. Life can be taken away just as easily as it can be given.

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

Losing my son was the most heartbreaking death to occur to me in my lifetime. My son, Alex Mason Hanlon, was born on October 30, 2016 and he died when he was only two months old on December 24, 2016. My son passed away from SIDS. SIDS stands for Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, which means an infant's heart basically stops working while they are asleep. I woke up that cold, dreary morning at 7:06 a.m. the sun was just coming up and it was starting to rain to find him passed away in the bed. I gave him CPR but he was already gone. Losing him shattered me. My grades plummeted to the ground and I withdrew from the world. Going to the funeral was worse, it was like reality hitting me hard. I was never going to hold my baby boy again, I would never hear his cries and coos again, but most importantly I would not see

Never will I forget the day my grandmother passed away. It was Sunday December 18th, a week before Christmas, and the day of my 17th birthday. In years past my birthday had always been a celebration, but today was going to be incomparable and unforgettable. That December morning I realized I would soon be learning to cope with death. Not until a person experiences death, will they understand how to handle or recover from it.

December 13, 2013, a day that will always hold an agonizing place in my heart. On this day, my beloved grandmother passed away at 82 years old. Her loss was unbearable. It was hard, and still relatively difficult, to picture a world without one of the most loving people I have ever met. In the end, it was pneumonia that took my grandma away from me, and I watched helplessly in a cold hospital room as the disease slowly crippled and mutilated her. You want to keep holding onto faith in this situation, faith that she’ll recover, but as time progressed, that faith began to recede. Then there came a point to where she could no longer, speak, eat, or remember who we were on her own, and that’s when as a family we had to make the hardest decision of our lives. My family agreed to take my grandmother off of all devices that kept her stable: medicines, feeding tube, respirator. My grandma was basically left to die and I didn’t know how to respond to it. I grew so weary of seeing her suffer on that hospital bed for weeks and longed for her to be at peace, but I became angered with the fact that we had given up on her and denied her any chance at life. She continued to live for 2 days without these remedies, before passing on to the next life. It was so hard watching someone I love slowly fade away in what is supposed to be an institution of healing and rehabilitation. I was consumed with so much guilt, remorse, and contempt for the medical system. Why would they

up and followed my daily routine: brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and went to school. Little did I know, that would be the day that changed everything. I found out that my uncle Danny had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The chemo originally worked and he went into remission. After a few months of remission, the doctors said he would have a few months to live. After he passed away, I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't see him anymore. He was just gone. Cancer ended the life of someone very precious to me and his death sparked the beginning of my desire to battle this disease.