Summary Of Wisdom Sits In Places By Keith H. Basso

This week in class we learned about some basic facts about loss, the journey of dying in America, how life expectancy has changed over the years and some examples of how they have changed, we went through some questions like why to study grief and loss, how there is a lack of training for those helping professionals, different settings in which grief can be encountered as well as experiences that could generate reactions, and the benefits of training in loss and grief. Talking about these things made me feel more comfortable with the situation of loss. It also made me feel sad when people share their experiences for some reason. I guess I am more of an emotional person than I thought when it comes to death and dying and usually I just try

Wisdom is of unlimited importance in our daily lives. As humans, one cannot survive without wisdom. The Apache culture says, “Wisdom is viewed first and foremost as an instrument of survival.” (131). Like air, without wisdom humans cannot flourish. Therefore, it is of extreme importance that, as humans, we find a way to discover wisdom and integrate it into our lives. However, Wisdom is not the same for everyone and therefore how each of us finds or locates wisdom might look different. Throughout this course we have discussed the concept of place and how it can help us find infinite wisdom. The Apache people tell us that to find wisdom we must have three mental conditions “Smoothness of mind, resilience of mind, and steadiness of mind…each

I was a sophomore in high school. I remember that day distinctly, my parent’s sat my sisters and I down to have a family discussion about how the tests my uncle underwent resulted in the diagnoses of stomach cancer. When I heard the words stage four and cancer, that I was losing an uncle who was more than just an uncle. He was my tutor when I was struggling in my English and math subjects in my pre-operation stages of life. Without my uncle, I would have fallen back cognitively because I struggled with language pronunciation and concrete logic with math as we saw in the video shown in class (Piagets Cognitive Stages). I helped take care of my uncle till his last few days of his life. It hurt me to see my uncle suffer. After my uncle passed, I grieved completely different than I did my papa. I cried over the loss of my uncle, yet the thought of knowing he was not suffering any more helped heal the heartache I felt. I think that the reason why I grieved differently on this occasion was because I was older and more cognitively developed. It is amazing how much a mind can mature and understand the concept of death in just a short span of death. Without losing both my uncle and papa to medical conditions, I would not have explored the career fields in the medical

It is rare to find a book that is as informative as a textbook but reads as easy as a short story. But Keith H. Basso is successful in creating an interesting ethnography about the Western Apache culture by using two usually overlooked topics, geography and oral history. Geography and the location of places is usually forgotten or seen as just topography, but Basso proves that geography is more than a location. It is the forgotten history of the name of a place that makes the locality more important than it seems. While whitemen (a term frequented by the Apache to describe White European culture) has constantly renamed places for convenience and prove of colonization, Basso overturns this ignorant and offensive

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

We all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.

The most influential event in my life was when my great-grandma died. My great-grandma was like my second mother in a sense. I loved going to her house when my parents would fight or if I was sad or upset. She was my security blanket, my go-to, my world. She was one of my favorite human beings on earth. She was and always will be my favorite grandparent of all time. She was 86 when she died. It was just after Thanksgiving 2016. She had been very ill. She was admitted to numerous hospitals in the previous months. We thought she was getting better, but she had gotten worse. I hadn’t had any previous deaths in my family, nor even been to a funeral. Losing my grandmother was the most emotional part of my life thus far. I lost my whole world in

When I was about 12 or anytime before then I didn’t really understand death. Like any little kid I just went through everyday thinking that no matter what tomorrow was guaranteed. I didn’t realize or even think that one day I would never be able to talk to, see, and enjoy somebody. However, one day changed all of this perspective. This day was October 22, 2012. I will never forget this day.

I never saw myself going through the agony and grief that I have been through in the past twelve years, but it has simply been another thing to help me conquer the hardships that I will continue to face throughout my lifetime. Going back to the struggles I faced in high school, having being bullied has made me appreciate everyone that I come in contact with in some special way, whether it is helping them through troubles that they might be facing or merely being someone’s friend. Death has also helped me to never take time for granted and to always leave with a smile on my face or a positive

During my sophomore year, I fell into the trap of mediocrity and a willingness to float along; not really challenging myself nor staying mentally engaged with the world around me. It was not until my grandmother’s death that I was shocked into motion, startled that I was not here on Earth to be a happy spectator. I learned that life is not just a calm sea. Instead, life features relentless crashing waves with rare reprieves from unlucky situations. Her sudden death reminded me that anyone could die at any time, including myself. Her lack of words on her deathbed spoke to me. Once you are dead, there are no stories left to tell.

My grandmother died a painful, slow death that no person should endure nor witness. I watched the person I cared for most in this world become too weak to walk on her own, suffer from too much pain to live her life, and become too drugged to put words together. Due to the cancer spreading, her body shut down, and because of this, I received a one-sided goodbye.

Before I was born, my aunt lost something, something that the doctors had told her she could never overcome. She lost her thumb, due to cancer. The doctors told her multiple times that she would never be able to accomplish something like knitting ever again, although she proved them wrong. Now, she knits almost every day, and she even created my favorite sweater. Because of this, she has shown me how to persevere, to avoid the negative, and to be headstrong. It is her story that has started me on the path to becoming an oncologist. Furthermore, when I was only 15 years old, I thought that I might lose my mom. After months of experiencing discomfort in her abdominal region, feeling the constant need to use the bathroom, and had blood in her

Loss, it changes you. I cannot describe it or explain it. I am struggling with it. We as a family are struggling with it. I have decided to share one piece of how our family decided to celebrate my mother’s life at her funeral. We laid her down to rest on December 5, 2015, if you can call it that. More days than not it doesn’t feel that way to me. As we worked through the specifics we struggled, as a family and individually. We are all in a place together, yet we are individuals. We are dealing with the biggest loss of our lives. Each taking on a task for social and personal fulfillment. Each taking on the responsibility to ourselves to not regret decisions made during this time, or disappoint our mother’s life and memory at this memorial. We knew that so many others have been touched by such a beautiful woman’s kindness and genuineness, yet getting past our own grief to plan seemed to much a load to carry. We were and are not prepared for this, it had never been a fleeting though in my mind and I could not imagine it being a fleeting thought for anyone else.

I am going to die one day. This is something I did not have to ponder over as a kid. During my childhood, there were many people that died, but since I did not know them well, I never bothered to think about their death. When I was about eight years old my paternal grandmother passed away. At the time, I did not know what it meant to die. Later on, I began to understand that when people died, it meant they were gone forever. It meant that I would never see them again, or meet them if they were already gone. It scared me to think that one day my family and I would die too. Eventually, I came to understand and accept that death and dying are a natural part of life and living. We are born, we live, we die, and life goes on. At the same time, it still does not make the death of a loved one any easier. In the novel, Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt, she was able to explain death and dying, life and living so effortlessly, through creating these fictional characters that could live forever.

My grandmother’s death was the first death I have experienced in my family. I have learned to deal with it but I still have not overcome it. It taught me how to be strong and what memories really can do. I am thankful that she got to spend fifteen years of my life with me so I can share everything I learned from her to any person I meet. If it was not for her unconditional love andsupport I would not be able to call myself a freshman at the University of Michigan all my years living, she has been the most influential person in my life as my mentor and friend. I find that with dealing with the difficult experience of her death I must also face the tough obstacle of her not being able to help me move in to collegeand start my new life. I do know