Personal Narrative: My Father's Death Of A Child

I spent most of the morning stuck in my thoughts, why was I not grieving my parent's death? Why had I never noticed I was supernatural? Dominating most of my thoughts, did I have feelings for Jordan, my brother's best friend?

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.

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.

Mother is long gone. Even though she died nearly 3 years ago I still feel empty. Ever since, it has been my responsibility to take care of grandmother even though she believes I’m the one who killed her only daughter. This is why she refuses to live with me, she thinks I’m going to kill her as well because I have cruel vengeance against them for taking me away from my father at such a young age. They thought he could never change from his old ways. But truth is that it is unknown of how she died but it was too much of a coincidence to grandmother that me and mother were in a fight and we were all alone in our small house right out of town, all I remember is running up to her room after hearing a loud crash and all that was left of her was gone. The police gave up the investigation knowing 100% sure that she was dead by the amount of blood that was left behind by her thinking she would have bled out before she

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

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

When I was 11 years old, I witnessed the first and last time my father ever laid hands on my mother. After years of issues and investigation, my mother finally unleashed all of the built up information she had acquired about my father’s unfaithful ways. This lead to the biggest fight they’ve ever had and law enforcement being involved. After my parents separated, they spent weeks going through the court system for custody clearance and child support clearance. Because the Providence police department walked in on the domestic violence scene, they set up dates for my parents to go to court and for the court to interview my brother and me as well. However, because my mother did not want any restrictions on my father so that he would be able to see his children whenever he pleased, she chose to cooperate with the court system.

My biological father was always in and out of prison and my step father died when I was 6. I don’t really remember things being bad, but things changed drastically when I was 13. My dad got his own place and I started staying over there at the weekends. He only had one bedroom, so I used to stay in his bed with him. That’s when the abuse started. He would touch me and put his hand up my top. I remember him touching my back and going further down. The abuse continued for about 3 or 4 months. It stopped when I told my mother he’d hurt me. I didn’t said what he’d done but she didn’t allowed me to see him again. I was so scared and confused. It changed my life for ages. We reported my father to the police but there wasn’t enough evidence to convict

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.

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

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.

In 1967 my friend Gladys was one that I do not understand. I do not know her whole story. I know only a small window of her life. I do not know why her life ended so tragically, and why she allowed herself to stay in a place where she would kill her children.

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.

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.

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.