Personal Experience: Grandpa's Death

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

Turning points in life can change the way of where your life is heading and it depends on the choices you make and these choices can have many results but most change and achieve thing .Jackie Robinson, Hatshepsut, and Karana have all faced life changing experience in their lives and they all had something super important to them. Everyone has to have a turning point in their lives like graduating elementary, reaching to 18 years old, or anything that is extraordinary to you.

There’s a definitive line between not having any more Twinkies left in the box so you believe your life is over and something that really changed you in some way or another. Unfortunately, I am unable to choose one turning point because my life is just a “Series of Unfortunate Events”. Sometimes someone hurts you so bad, it stops hurting at all. This is where my turning points come into play.

Everybody has a turning point in their life. For me, my turning point was on an April 23 2015, Is the day, which I Can't forget during my life.that day I stepped into America the dream place of people. I have lots of experience here . One of my best experiences, separate itself from all the rest.was the first day In Dulles high school.

The death of her resulted in the death of my childhood. It was a traumatizing event and it opened my eyes to realize that death is a sobering experience. I realized that the loss of my grandmother was finally conceivable and how detached I was from my own mother. Thus, I could finally understand my mother. I understood how long she remained sane in front of me and my brother, and I understood the hardships of adults trying to hide their pain for the sake of their loved ones. Being a witness of death -- an innocent death -- has altered my perspective on reality. In many ways, her death has raised awareness onto the emotional aspects of people I encounter. Perhaps my greatest realization is finding glimpses of her when I see my family. Without that little girl, I could never understand the value of a human life. And the loss of her youthful life, has inadvertently given me a sense of maturity and wisdom. Adults – like my mom -- lose so much in life and I could finally comprehend the endless hardships we

My grandpa had to move in with us because he was sick. Because we didn’t have any rooms left; I volunteered to let him stay in my room and i’ll sleep on the couch. We took care of him daily and made sure he took his medicine. One particular day he was in the room and he wasn’t talking and stayed in bed all day. I came back from school and took a nap but when i finally woke up, everybody was in his room surrounding him. I was curious on what was going on and then all of a sudden he took his last breath and he passed away right in front of us.

On June 3rd of last year, my grandmother had informed us that she had been diagnosed with lung cancer and she had a tumor on her lungs the size of a medium sized marble. This day on June 3rd just so happened to be her 60th birthday. A day that was supposed to be filled with nothing but joy for my beloved grandmother turned into a day filled with pain for my entire family. Through everything, no matter the situation, she would always remain positive. Though we were crying, she explained to us that everything happens for a reason and that we shouldn't be upset because she wasn't going anywhere for a long time.

I first realized my parents mortality when I was in the fifth grade. I was in the basement of my house, watching TV, when I heard a frantic call from my father telling my sister to call 911. My mother had been taking a shower, but she passed out and fell to the ground. My father heard her fall and rushed into the bathroom to investigate, and found her lying on the shower floor. I ran up the stairs in a hysterical panic, while my sister was on the phone calling an ambulance. Every time my mother would open her eyes they would instantly roll to the back of her head. We got my mother into bed and I went to the kitchen to get water and we forced her to drink it. Pretty soon, she came to, and we canceled the ambulance. We huddled in with my mother

I was too busy being depressed, lamenting my grandfather's death to the point of failing to appreciate that I still had my grandma and my family who were also mourning. I, all of a sudden, "woke up" from my dark hole of grief, packed my bags, and flew home to be there for my family. My family is very supportive to one another; all of us had a role in helping my grandma and each other heal. We spent the time together handling it the same way sad and broken people do, one day at a time. I think the way to cope with the loss of someone you love is to remember that you are not the only one who has had a loss. We have to reach to those who are hurting and be there for them as well. I believe grief is the same as love in a different form, and our loss will always be with us. However, if we can help those who are also hurting, together, we will be able to build resilience that will help us go forward in

Her death came at a time when my life was already in an especially rocky state. My mother had been laid off and we were forced to pick up and move away from the town I grew up in to a completely new place. I had had to switch schools, move away from all of my friends, my brother, and my father. I think it was one of the most trying periods of my life. Her death hit me harder than anything ever had before. It was my first real loss and the first time I had ever experienced the true reality of death. You always think you'll get over it, and honestly, you never do. You always miss them, it never stops. Even to this day, four years later, I'm still struggling with feeling guilt, and often straining not to think about the "if onlys," and the "what ifs." But my grandma gave me so many amazing memories and moments. For several years I spent every single summer with her. She taught me how to sew, play the piano, and bake. She filled everyday with jokes and laughter and intriguing stories from her past. My grandma was the most free-spirited woman I've ever known; she loved life so much, and I think she truly tried her best to live every day to its fullest. And in my opinion, she lived the most fulfilled life I've ever seen. My grandma knew how to completely wrap the world around her finger and that's exactly what she did. She was filled with such a bright light, and when she smiled at you, she filled your entire being with happiness and

In to 2012 my mother suffered from a stroke, not only did it change her life, but it changed the life of my siblings and me. The day we got the call my father was not 100% sure that he wanted to tell me because my aunt had decided that it would not be a good idea since she knew that I am a very sensitive person. He had finally decided to tell me, as soon as I heard of what had happened to my mom I broke down crying and had a panic attack. My sibling and I gathered together to decide what we would do. After a long discussion it was decided that I would be getting on the soonest flight I could catch to California. I returned to my home state for the first time in seven years for a reason I never in a million years imagined, not only was I having

Everybody loses someone special in their life. Some people don’t know when they’re gonna lose someone close to them. In 2013 I lost my father to a hit and run accident on Landover road. I was in 7th grade and my brother was in 9th. We had went to New Jersey for Thanksgiving with my mom and her side of the family. My father had stayed in Maryland because he had to go to work. We was in New Jersey for 2 days so we didn’t see him. While we was down there people called us and said he was missing. We didn’t really think nothing of it. Until we had got home and found a small card in the door. My mom had took the card and called the number. My mom wasn’t even on the phone for a minute before she started crying and on the floor. I asked my mom what

The experience that I had with dying is when I was caring for my grandmother. My grandmother was very ill and I was the only one to take care of her, since I was the only girl in our family. In our culture the girls have to take care of their grandmothers and the boys have to take care of their grandfather. I had to take the responsibility of my dying grandmother, and I was very young and a teenager. At my age it was very hard to cope with the situation and very stressful l. I never thought I could see someone dying in front of my eyes, but my grandmother was the first loved one to go forever. I remember falling down and I fainted and found myself the next day in the morning.

I remember the day my grandmas passed away. Eleven years ago, I was seating with my grandma in the stair case of our house. She was telling me a poem called "el trencito de madera" which was my favorite story. If you had seen me You would know I would never leave her side. But everything went dark for me the moment I knew she was gone it was the hardest day but she will always have a place in my heart. It all began on a Tuesday morning. My grandma was known by many people in our neighborhood everybody used to think of her as a mom so we would go out with chairs and just sit in the front of the house just watching everyone pass by and wave. My grandma was one of the people who had to take medicine because she was sick and even some time we would have to take her to the hospital and stay overnight because of her illness. But that day she felt worse than any other time she had to take medication, but she didn’t tell no one because she hated the hospitals.