Summary Of ' Robert Ray Get Over Here Now

My mother was all I had in this world. It has been two weeks and I

The day after my mom left, I knew I couldn’t mope around and feel sorry for

I’m not going to lie, i shed some extra tears. But as soon as i touched her cold hand and told her that i loved her, i knew that she was going to a better place and that she was no longer in pain. As i remembered all of the amazing times i had shared with her, i heard a voice in my head telling me that it was okay to be upset, and that it was all going to turn out okay. I believe in crying & acception. I believe that every storm runs out of rain. I believe that everything will turn out okay. I believe in

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

The call was from the hospital. We suspected something horrible had happened. I started crying right there. My mom turned the car around and sped back to Good Samaritan hospital. At around 1:15 my mom and I rushed into the hospital and ran back onto the floor that he was on. My mom got there first, she stopped in the doorway and that’s when I knew something was wrong. I started to sob harder. I fell to the floor sobbing into my hands. When I heard my Grandma cry out in anguish, I knew it was all over for my Grandpa. I

Tears brimmed my frightened eyes. I placed the dress in the box and ran to my mother and hugged her

My mother worked nights and I went to school in the day, so we did our own thing most of the time. Things were easy and we were happy, until we had to move. When my nephew was three weeks old, we found out that my sister couldn’t handle him due to her mental disabilities. We decided to take him in and

Mom was gray, and gasping I hated to see her like that, yet I wanted her out of the pain that she was in too. I laid there with her for a while telling her “that if she had to go before anyone got there they would understand.” She just laid there with her eyes closed trying to relax I would think how long is she going to gasp? Dad finally got there and started talking to her; as he did she stopped gasping and said “look at the blue birds.” Dad looked at me and grandmother because the blinds to her room were closed and so were her eyes. Mom was almost at peace I think.

I had just finished my basketball practice. I was feeling ecstatic because I was making baskets left and right like Kobe Bryant. My coach even told me that he has never seen me play like that before. Then I strutted outside and found my father parked outside the school in his large, brown pick-up truck. I hopped inside and turned my seat heater to high because it was frigid, winter weather outside. My dad made some casual small talk, then he gave me the news. He stated in a low, dull voice, “Hey Jack, grandma past away today.”

She was only six years old and was suffering from bronchitis. However because they didnt have any doctors in the coutyside by the time they arrived with someone could she was already dead. She remembers this experiences very vively and she has never forgotten. Her sister died in her arms, choking because she couldnt breath for her live. She said that everything happen real fast and there was nothing they could really do but wait for the person to arrive with the medine. A few months after that her grandfather died. someone she real loved and right after her sister death too. she said all this with a very sad tone in her

My step-mother utters in hysterics, “The ambulance is taking your father to the hospital. It is not good. You have to come now.” I arrive at the hospital, panic-stricken, only to be met with a sobbing nurse and step-mother. They tell me he is gone. My heart shatters in a million pieces.

My great grandmother had a stroke and she was taken to the hospital by the ambulance. By the time we arrived there, she had already been rushed to the emergency room. As I screamed, and cried my eyes out for her, my parents tried to calm me down. After crying and praying for about 45 minutes, I felt so weak and drained out that I had to lie down. Then I heard a voice saying, “Mrs. Roberts, your mother will be okay but right now she’s in the intensive care unit, so you will not be able to see her at this moment”. My mom and her sisters came back into the waiting room with smiles on their faces, and told us what the doctor said. They said that my great grandma had a stroke that was caused by her high blood pressure, but with medical treatment and rest, everything will be fine.

In the afternoon he usually spent a couple of hours locked in his room and at night he laid on his bed without being able to sleep. One day I was so worried that my dad didn't eat enough, so around the time he locked himself in his room, I went to listen to what was happening. It was then that I heard my father cry for the first time. Something told me that I had to look for a way to open the door and try to console him so I did. When I opened the door I told him that I understood his pain because I was feeling it too, my sister was on the verge of death but that didn’t mean I had to make myself sick. He said he knew I needed him and so did my mother but that he felt guilty that it was his baby the one sick and not him. As tears came out of his eyes, he told me that he wanted to protect me and my sister more than anything else. His incapability of taking my sister’s sickness away made him really sad but he also didn’t want me to see him so broken so he thought that by hiding himself from me, his pain would affect me less. There was a beautiful feeling in his words. I was used to seeing my dad constantly protect and embrace my sister and me, but I never knew how important his daughters were to

I sat there for a moment, unable to speak or think. How could this be happening? This has to be a sick joke. I sit there and the more time that passes and the more tears begin to well up in my mother’s eyes, I know this is real. My sweet papaw has passed away. Moments pass and my head begins to fill with a million different thoughts. What about my granny? What about us? How am I going to face the rest of my family? I knew the next few days would be filled with tears, sadness, and heartbreak.