Personal Narrative Analysis

Robert Frost once said, “in three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: It goes on” (Frost). I learned this the hard way. At the age of 10 my life was impacted in the worst way possible. My brother Tim was diagnosed with leukemia for the second time in his young life. This crushed my family as Tim was just full of life and wanted to be a regular child. The problem was that he was not living a normal life for a 13-year-old. Tim would spend countless nights in the Cleveland Clinic receiving chemo-therapy. He went bald and could not even use the bathroom by himself. Weakness struck my brother and I was there to witness all of it. No one should ever have to witness what I saw and I pray that no one ever has to go through what Tim did. Seeing the life being taken from his grip hurt me the most. My life will forever be impacted on March 19th, 2008. That night, Tim lost his life to cancer and devastation destroyed my family and the community. I learned at that moment that life is full of obstacles and the strong will persevere. I

On August 5th, 2012 my dad had been rushed to the hospital. The night before

He ran into the house screaming for my mother with tears flowing down his eyes. That was the first time I saw my dad cry. He had no visible injuries, so what was wrong? My mind was so fixated on that question that I didn’t even notice my parents leaving until my mom shouted, “I’m taking your dad to the hospital!” Then the door closed. I was alone, in the middle of the night unable to fathom what could’ve possibly happened to send him to the ER. Hours passed without me receiving a call, eventually I fell asleep with tears falling on my pillow, hearing the sounds of my brothers unwittingly sleeping in the next room.

That night that he was put in the hospital my mom drove my sisters and I to our Gogi and Pawpaw’s. My grandparents were very open to three of their grandchildren moving in, while our parents were unable to have us. When they took my sisters and I in the differences in our life styles clashed, my grandparents had scheduled dinners while we ate whenever everyone was home. Our grandparents had their days planned two days before while we had no idea what we would do the next day. Living with them really opened my eyes to how we should take others in and try to help them with

It was in the middle of the night. My family was all asleep in their respective homes. I was sound asleep in my bed when I heard the phone ring. I woke up from the ringing, but thought nothing of it because my dad had always gotten alarm calls in the middle of the night for his shops he owned. I figured this was just another alarm call. I sat for a little longer in my bed listening to my dad answer the phone. After a while, I heard my mom take the phone from my dad, and she started sobbing. I had no idea what was going on, so I just went back to bed. My mom woke me up earlier than usual, and I could tell she had been up all night. She explained to me that we weren’t going on the vacation anymore because something had happened to my cousins’ family. She explained to me that my uncle, who was a truck driver, had gotten a stroke in the middle of the night while he was

​We took my dad home from a three month hospital stay on a cold, snowy winter's morning and made him as comfortable as possible. There was nothing more the doctors could do so we were determined to make his last days as special as he was!

Driving in the early morning, my cousin and I were going to the hospital to see why my mom had called us to come.After arriving there quickly, we parked the car and dashed into the emergency room to get our visitor passes. Finally, we had made it to the floor level she was on and just as I turned the corner, I stopped in my tracks.I found her pacing back and forth with tears running down her pale face. I walked over and hugged her.In the back of my mind, I knew he was dead, I just didn’t want to admit it.After a couple of minutes of swaying back and forth in a tight hug,I let her go and tiptoed into my dad’s room. He was lying on his hospital bed with a cast around his neck. His eyes were closed and he had a calm look on his face.Did he really just leave me? Or was this just a nightmare? I quietly walked out of the room into the hallway and turned to the right into a mini corridor. I slowly slid down against the wall and silently cried my eyes out until they were blood-red.

When my husband's father passed away unexpectedly, it was so beautiful to see how many people reached out to him and his family. The cards, flowers, plants and gifts that were offered were a ray of light in an otherwise

The Saturday of June 10, 2006 my family was getting ready for a day filled with baseball, not knowing what was in store for us later that day. The day went on, and the games come to an end. I go home and spend the night with my cousins and had the absolute time of my life playing games that we had made up. The next morning, I woke up to my mom, uncle and aunt, and grandmother picking me up from my cousins house with Krispy Kreme donuts, which I thought was very odd, but being the age I was, I didn’t put much thought into it. Well, we arrive at my grandmothers and my mom sat me down outside and said to me “Zach, you know your dad loved you very much, right?” That is when I knew something was wrong, my stomach in knots, and my chest pounding. My mom told me the horrifying news about my dad passing. I did not know what to

Everyday was different after that. I felt like I should not take anything for granted. Mikayla and I wanted to tell my little brother, who was only six years old at the time. We told him that mom and dad were going to live in different houses and that everyone would eventually be a lot happier. He was too young to fully understand what we meant but he seemed

It was a cool Sunday morning in the summer month of August. My brother was getting his senior pictures taken. My family and I were all laughing and having a great time together. Later in the day, I went to dance choreography while my dad and brothers went on a four wheeler ride with their friends down in the muddy and rugged creek near our house. Usually after dance choreography, my mom comes to take videos and pictures of our dance, but our session ended and she was not there. That is when I began to sense something was wrong as the normal became abnormal. My friend’s mom told me she was picking me up because my dad had been in an accident and was flown to the hospital in St. Louis. Immediately, I began to cry, but my caring dance teacher and loving friends comforted me as I left for the St. Louis hospital with my friend

It was a cool Sunday in the summer month of August. My brother was getting his senior pictures taken. My family and I were all laughing and having a great time together. Later in the day I had dance choreography and my dad and brothers went on a four wheeler ride with their friends down in the creek near our house. Usually after dance choreography, my mom comes to take videos and pictures of our dance, but our session ended and she wasn't there. That's when I began to sense something was wrong as the normal became abnormal. My friend’s mom told me she was picking me up because my dad had been in a four wheeling accident and was flown to the hospital in St. Louis. Immediately, I began to cry, but my caring dance teacher and loving friends comforted me as I left for the St. Louis hospital with my friend and her mom. The whole ride there I was in tears as I didn't know how badly my dad was hurt and if he was going to be all right. Even though my friend’s mom assured me that my dad would be fine, I could only think of the worst possibilities.

As I turned into my driveway, I saw I big red vehicle that had the words “Medic One.” I didn’t know what that meant, or who that car was for. The only thing I knew was that it was bad. Was it for my grandpa, grandma, or someone else in the family. I rushed into the house so fast, I almost tripped on the stairs to the front door of my house. My heart sank when I saw who was on the stretcher, it was my grandpa. I shiver went down my spine. What happened to him and if he was going to be okay. All I knew was that he was going to the hospital. I spotted my aunt, and grandma talking to the paramedics. But, my brother came and got me, so I wouldn’t see a thing. It was too late for that. No one told me anything, I was kept in the dark and it was frustrating. The one person I cared about was hurt and I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew what was going on for the most part, but no one would tell me the truth or give me answers. They kept me in the dark. I looked at my window, and caught a glimpse of the paramedics loading my grandpa into the ambulance and drove off with my grandma and my aunt.

January 16th, 2010. That night is one that I wish I could forget, but I know that I never will be able to. My aunt had decided to take Jordan and Jared to see Monster Jam because they loved monster trucks. Ever since they were little kids, all they wanted to do was go see Monster Jam. It had been late at night when Monster Jam had ended. My aunt had a little bit to drink, but she decided that she would still drive her and the boys home. That is one mistake my aunt wishes she could take back. At 4:30 in the morning, my parents came into my room and said, “Jordan, Jared and Jamie were involved in a car accident.” I remember just laying there in shock when they told me, “It’ll be okay.” As my parents left my bedroom, I felt tears begin to form in my eyes and at that point, I knew that it wasn’t going to be okay. When my parents came back from the hospital, I could tell something was wrong because my dad had tears in his eyes. My dad never cries unless something tragic has happened. “Jared and Jordan had been killed in the car accident. Jordan had died at the scene and they had Jared on life-support but decided to take him off.” I started to feel numb. All I could do was cry and just think about the last memory I had with them.

I heard my mother shouting my father’s name, it took a moment to realize the urgency in her voice. I ran to my older brother’s room, yelling at him to get up and go see what is going on. I was instructed to remain downstairs while my older brother called 911. My brothers and I waited anxiously in my bedroom waiting to hear something, anything, from an adult. The paramedics took forever to arrive. Having collapsed, my father was rushed to the hospital, soon to be airlifted to another. No one explained what the problem might be, but told us to “hold on” and to “be strong”. I barely had a chance to say goodbye to him, for he was gone within 48 hours, never regaining consciousness.