Roodbyes Are Not Forever Essay

About 4 years ago I woke up to get ready for school and I could tell something was seriously wrong.Little did i know my grandfather was dying. My mom had tears in her eyes and I really did not think anything about it. And what was really weird was my dad was gone. I got in my moms car with all my stuff, ready for

The day was February 11, 2007. I had just woken up. I went to my closet to get ready for the day, threw on some clothes and went into the kitchen. The day was dark, the atmosphere had an unusual dreariness to it. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for my brother, cousin and I. That is when the phone rang. Every day, every hour that phone rings. I never thought my mom ever gets off of it. My mom picks up the phone and it was like a movie, someone calls and receives horrible news and drops the phone from shock. That was this scenario. My mom could not get off the phone any quicker. She calls for everyone to hurry up and get in the car, dressed or in pajamas. I knew something was terribly wrong, did my father die from a plane crash, or did my grandma fall?

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in my

7 years ago, my grandpa was alive and well, but 3 weeks went by and my mother explained to me that he had cancer. We went over to my grandpa's house to see him there he was sitting in the chair with a surgical mask this is when I realized he was sick. My mother was sobbing every night almost as if he had died I walked in there and I asked, 'are you okay?' She responded with yes, go to bed its getting late. Another few weeks went by and in this time, went to visit a few times my cousins, aunts, uncles, were all there. This was the last time I spoke to my grandfather, later that night my mom was crying extra hard and I was wondering what was wrong at the time I couldn’t think of what was wrong with my mom. This is when my dad told me that he had passed away I remember him saying that we need to love my mom and show that we care about her. My mom soon left to my grandmother's house, she went over there to comfort my grandma for her loss.

I felt like I was paralyzed, it felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped arpound my heart. For a minute I sat still taking in the information, I couldn't belive it. I hadn't even realised that I was crying until I felt my little brother wipe my tears away. I looked down at his tiny tear stained face and saw that he was in just as much pain I was in, he looked so broken. I started crying in disbelief and then ran to my room screaming and yelling. The reliazation that I would never be able to see her again painfully struck me. I don't know how long I was sitting there sobbing but time passed by really quick. I hadn't even realised it was morning. I feltso numb, so emotionless, I wanted to cry, scream and yell more but I couldn't. Everything was

Then, my mom had just arrived from work, at Banner Gateway as a microbiologist, and a future Physician Assistant. Since she had just come home, she was extremely exhausted after working from 7:00 p.m to 6:00 a.m, so she went straight to sleep. After the most amazing breakfast ever, my dad, little sister and I left the house at 7:53 a.m, as I remember exactly. Everything was perfectly normal, until my dad got a call. We still hadn’t left our neighborhood when my aunt had ever so mysteriously called my dad screaming over the cell phone. After hearing this, I knew something really terrible happened and would effect my family forever. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I was willing to figure it all out. My aunt lived in the same neighborhood as my family, so we turned the car around and zoomed towards her house as fast as we could. As my father opened his door and hustled out of the car, I had

Last year on November, my sisters, their boyfriends, and I went to Las Angeles for a late graduation present. We went to Las Angeles so we can go to Universal Studios and Disneyland to have fun. on the first day we spent the whole day looking around Las Angeles taking a tour around. On the second and third day we went to Disneyland and Universal Studios, it was my first time going to DisneyLand and Universal Studios and i had a great time. When we were about to leave Las Angeles my mother called and told us my grandmother died. me and my sisters were crying cause we were sad when we heard the news and my mother cried also. My grandmother lives in Vietnam so we couldn’t visit the funeral, so i couldn’t go to the funeral and i stayed back in

A week had gone by and I remember I was an 8th grader in my 6th class period, I had gotten a note that said I was going home for the day. But it was weird to me because usually when I get that note I have a doctor’s appointment or something. But as I was walking to the office my mom wasn't even there yet, and I was just really confused, the lady’s at the front desk told me just to sit and wait. There face didn't look so happy. But as I waited for my mother to come I was just thinking and I already knew it had something to do with my grandpa Joe who was in the hospital battling cancer for the second time. As my mother walked in she was wearing sun glasses, she signed me out and I asked her “mom where are we going” she couldn't even answer my question until we got in the car, she started crying to me saying it was my grandpas time to

As I rolled over in bed to look at my clock through blurry eyes, I immediately became wide-awake, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Who would call my house at one o’clock in the morning? The feeling of fear filled my whole body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as I stumbled my way through the dark, and out of my room. As I entered the hallway, I noticed the light was on in my parents’ room and I heard a sobbing voice that belonged to my mom. I could barely hear the words that were coming out of my mom's mouth. It was as if I was getting farther and farther away, her voice becoming more distant; my legs felt weak and my vision became blurry. There I stood, in my parents room shaking uncontrollably, my whole world coming to an end as I was told that one of the most important people in my life had passed

Trying to be strong-minded, I asked to go back to school three days after my dad 's death. I remember getting on the bus and everyone 's eyes were on my siblings and I. Life had gone on the same around us, but yet everything in my family 's life had changed drastically. I remember when I first sat down and the girl in front of me named Zoey turned around to speak to me. She was several years younger than I and lacked a filter as so many innocent children do. She looked at me and asked, "How did your dad die?" I remember immediately feeling overheated and while I had been trying hard to act like nothing had changed, I felt that a bus had slammed into me again. I felt sadness the most in my dad 's death; but I also felt a strong sense of

So my grandma had brain cancer and I remember that i was with my other grandma at grandpa to get away from all of the stress. my mom called and she said that my great aunt betty walked in to see her and my grandma took her very last breath. I started i was packing up to leave to go see her, it was a long pitiful ride, it took 45 minutes to get back to grand rapids, we were in Kalamazoo. sometimes I think that i wanted to be there but it would be even harder for me. I know deep inside me that all things happen for a reason, she got taken out of all of

It was as if my heart stopped beating and time froze. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a wonderful sunny day in May 2009, I was having a fantastic time outside playing soccer with my brother's, everything was perfect until my mom got a phone call. It was my Aunt Cindy, she was frantic, rambling on and on and on to the point where my mom couldn't understand her! My mom got her to calm down and had her tell why she sounded so worried. She nervously mumbled ¨Our dear friend Dale has been hit by a Kindercare bus and is in critical condition and on her way to the hospital¨. Dale was my Aunt Cindy's best friend, none of her family is alive, so she's spends all holidays with us and is a very close family friend she basically is like

It was a scorching June day when I rose around 10 o’clock, like any regular teenager would do. I stumbled down the stairs into the living room where my mom would usually be when I woke up, but she was not there. I called her and she would not pick up the phone and that is when I started to get worried. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting for my mother to call me back, she did and she told me that my grandma had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I could not believe what I was hearing. I’m not a huge emotional person, but I could feel my voice starting to crack so I quickly hung up the phone.

While at home I sat in my room all day. I was so upset that my little brother just died. I cried the whole day. It felt like I no longer had a heart in my body, once my younger brother died. While at home my mom told me that the funeral was this coming up Sunday. Once the day of the funeral came I saw all my family there. My grandmother, grandfather, uncle, auntie, and cousins were at the funeral. When I saw all my family at the funeral my heart lit up like a Christmas tree. I was so happy that my family was there. All my family being at my little brother's funeral gave me much joy. Once the funeral was over I felt much better because my family was there to comfort me and my mother. After the day, my brother died, I never went another day without thinking about him.

Just minutes before my dad was called from the family room a letter had came. As my grandparents started to read it my grandmother covered her mouth and started to cry.