Personal Narrative: Death Of A Father

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

My father committed suicide after the 2008 financial crisis. He felt that the lump sum of money from his life insurance would mean we would not have to bear the weight of his debts. This left my mother to pay off what was left and raise four children (two of whom were in constant legal trouble). She put one of my brothers through flight school (costing tens of thousands of dollars). She then put my other brother through a masseuse school. She's also co-signed cars for my brother and sister meaning unknown future costs could be devastating. Worst of all though is my medical issues. Starting in middle school I experienced constant violent vomiting which even to this day affects me. It forced me to drop out and then complete highschool in three

I wait at the door. I put on my solemn, grim face, I cannot let these children see me as a soft women. I am anything but that, well I guess I am, but we all need to hide our inner emotions some how. My useless husband, Hans, mumbles, “I see the car”. We step outside, most people think Hans and I are crazy for opening our home to these two children, but every little bit of money that we can earn helps. Plus, they can help with the laundry, I think and smile.

So about three years ago my aunt past away and my entire family attended the funeral. For those of you that know my immediate family (the Hairston clan) you know that nothing good could possibly come this happening. I'm going to tell a story that is 100% accurate with no exaggerations what so ever. This story will be long but well worth the time. It involves a black cowboy, an elderly Jamaican man, a borderline racist grandmother and three asshole brothers.

The loss of a parent is a traumatic experience, especially when you are only 15 years old. I had everything in the world at that point, until I lost my best friend. The man I looked up to my entire life had now taken his own. My dad embodied what it meant to be the family man; if he was not at work, then he was devoting his time to his wife and kids. Almost every day was filled with a new adventure, whether it be a bike ride to the botanical gardens or a fishing trip to a picturesque lake in Michigan.

I once read a book about a guy who believes that everyone gets a tragedy at some point in their life. I never thought this could be true, because some people have great lives, and even if they do not how would they decide what the single hardest moment was? Recently my father passed away, and I realized you do not get to decide, you just know. This had been the hardest point in my life, however, the same book taught me that good things can come out of any bad experience if you look for them. Before I could see that I had to deal with many things, such as realizing he was really gone, going to his funeral, and going back to school. I also had to cope with the fact that I would never have the chance to change the relationship I

Remembering seeing his dad for the last time, Jason flashed back to when he saw his dad's plane take off for Africa. Later that day Jason was watching the news with his mom when he saw that a plane had crashed just off the coast of Africa. Terrified Jason's mom called the airline company to see if that was the flight her husband and Jason's dad was on. With a mournful look on Jason's mom's face she told Jason the horrific news.

I can’t believe that I’m standing here ringing the doorbell of a woman that I just met. I probably seem like a stalker to her when all I want to do is return her wallet. And then a young man answers the door. It’s probably her husband or boyfriend, which makes this moment even worse. I hope that he doesn’t come back with a gun or punch me in the face. I’ve already been down that road and really don’t feel like getting into it today. But I knew that if I didn’t take the step to return the wallet, she would be going insane as to where she left it. I knew that much because I’ve been with enough women to know that when they lose anything of value, especially a purse, they go crazy just looking for it.

The day that my son Bailey dropped of his two children to be raised by me and my crippled brother Willie was a Tuesday. The store had been busier than usual. The Blinker family had come by early in the morning and bought all there food for the week. Mrs. Blinker said they didn't come Monday which was their usual day because little Tessy Blinker had her fifth birthday and they had a some sort of a celebration for the child's special day. When Baileys rusty old beaten station wagon pulled up, the sun was just about set. This was time my moma used to tell me God and Adam got the closes in the garden of eden. As a child I thought always looked like a golden lemon drop falling down to god's mouth. But as a godly woman I know, know it is just

Nineteen years ago, my family experienced the most earth-shattering moment anyone could imagine, the death of a child. Growing up, I have always seen boy’s picture that hangs above our mantle. Every January, we have family and friends bombard us with phone calls, trying to take my family’s minds off of the tragedy, but until recently, I never understood exactly why. At fourteen, I finally gained the nerve to ask about the boy whose picture hung above the mantle, so my teary-eyed mother sat me down and told me about the death of my big brother.

Have you ever wondered who these people are that keep you safe everyday? My dad was one of them. He was in the Michigan State Police for twenty-seven years. He has helped save the lives of many people.He started working in the MSP even before he met my mom. He eventually married her and was working nights.He worked everynight to protect us. You. Everyone. Every night, when you were asleep, he was out working. Working to protect you. When he had a kid, my brother Logan, he was still working nights. He had to move from place to place, taking his family with him so he could do his job. When something bad happened, he was there to protect you. Even when you wanted to hide in your house and not come out, he was there to protect you. My dad is an amazing person. This is why my dad is my Michigan Hero.

It was a normal day Brayden, Seth and I just got done with basketball practice. We were wondering if we had plans for the remainder of the day.

When I was a sophomore, my dad had a life changing injury. This changed how I viewed the world and life in general; I witnessed firsthand how fast life can change. It went from happy times to 30 days in an Intensive Care Unit. From being able to talk to my dad every day to seeing him in a hospital bed on life support. The steps it took for him to get where he is today, from 30 days in ICU, to another month in the trauma unit, and 2 months in rehab made me grow as a person and begin to realize the true value of life.

A time when I felt really sad was last christmas. It was christmas eve morning, and my mom got a call, I looked at her and I knew something was wrong, I was so scared to see what she was gonna say, did someone die, what happened? I didn't know, she was on the phone for about 15 minutes, it was driving me nuts, I didn't know who she was talking about or talking to, she just kept say “oh my gosh”, and “really”. She finally got off the phone, she sat there in shock for a few seconds, I didn't want to sound pushy or rude, but I wanted to know what was going on. She finally started talking, she looked at my dad, and started talking. I remember her words like it was yesterday. “Uncle Dave went to the hospital last night, mom said something in his

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.