The Day Of Mourning - Original Writing

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

In spring of 2002, my father-n-law had a stroke. At the time, we were not sure if he would survive the incident, however, in hindsight, it may have been better that he did not, but he did and the aftermath was a hard consequence.

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.

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

It’s so still here, so quiet, so peaceful. I walked past rows of gravestones as I finally approached the site where my relatives lay. To many, visiting their relatives in a cemetery can be a sad experience; I however, was happy for them, because they still gathered together as they had before. I smiled as I remembered those times, when I was but a child and I could just barely see over the table. I could hear their talking and laughter again. How warm and familiar it all was! I remembered how laughter would erupt after my father told a good joke – he was always telling jokes. I could even smell the feast my mother and aunts would cook for us, and could almost feel them slapping my hand as I tried to sneak a piece of turkey before the meal. I remembered sitting at the smaller table with my cousins and siblings, feeling as if I were too old to sit at the kid's table. I remembered feeling left out, as if the adults kept some kind of grown-up secret from me. That same feeling I felt again, as I stood there seeing them all lying as they used to sit, in those two long rows. Although I had grown to be an adult, they still seemed to keep some secret from me, one that I was not to know of yet, one that I am not ready yet to

“You'll be ok I'm right here for you,” My grandma told me with a sad voice.

I walked towards the Bleeding Heart Cemetery. The cool October wind blew against my frame, making me wish I wore a coat. I readjusted my grip on my oxygen tank. As I neared Augustus’ grave, the sun light captured the diamond ring Isaac gave me. My stomach flopped upside down. Although the wedding is in 2 weeks, I still felt unsure. I mean, who in their right minds marries their dead boyfriend’s best friend? I slipped the ring into my jean pocket. I located Augustus’ grave and sat down. I felt my stomach churn, realizing I haven’t visited him in months.

I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.

My grandpa lived a long prosperous life up until the last couple months of his life. One evening we were out and about heading to dinner with my parents and grandparents. We all sat down, ordered our food, and my grandpa was telling a story about his truck driving days. During his story we realized that the left side of his face wasn't matching the facial expressions on the right side. My mom was extremely worried, so we rushed to the nearest hospital. Hours of waiting in the lobby they came out and told us that he had a pretty bad stroke. The doctors told us our options; they stressed that surgery would be the best option. This surgery consisted of drilling into his skull to release the pressure in this brain. My grandpa made it out of surgery

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

I cried so hard. nobody knows how it feel to loose a family member that close to you especially one you grew up with. I talk to him everyday on the phone he has grew up in so many ways. I remember one day i went to go see him it was

I have always been fascinated by the human body and how it works, even when life no longer exists within it. I, myself have never had to deal with the death of a loved one, but I have been to my fair share of funerals. On many occasions, I have had to prepare myself for what lies beneath the doors of the neatly polished caskets. I remember the very first time I had to go to a funeral, I was ten years old and a very good family friend of ours had passed away. I had dressed in my very best that day, my family and I approached the closed doors of the visitation room. Nothing had prepared me for what was in store for me beyond those doors. Sobs and cries flooded through the slow opening doors, with a wave of cold air that showered over me. Everyone was dressed in nicely pressed suits and straight black dresses, and there between the passing crowds of people I could see it, the freshly polished wood casket. My mother turned to me and stated “You can sit in the car with your brother if you want, you don’t have to see this if you don’t want to.” I looked deep into her tear-filled eyes and blinked rapidly. After considering the option, she had given me I relied slowly “It’s okay, I can handle this. I want to say goodbye too.” I approached the casket cautiously with the fear of the unknowing. Once I reached the side of the casket I peered down at my beloved elder, but I wasn’t frightened. I knew she was no longer living because of the slight discoloration to her skin, but she looked so happy. Her makeup was done so flawlessly and she was dressed in her Sunday best with her arms across her stomach clutching a bouquet of flowers which filled the surrounding area. She was so beautiful, I then glanced back at everyone in the area, some sitting and some standing off to the side all of them had the same look on their faces. They all looked so pained, I just could not understand why. She was the lucky one she was able to

The twins said their last goodbys to their mother and the images of their sorrow are clear in my mind. Two days later we received a call from the organ donor organization. Our daughter's organs had saved three lives and, thanks to her generosity, two strangers now see. When I heard this news I sobbed uncontrollably.

The car ride up to the local cemetery in a small town in New Jersey was as silent as the ghost of my great-aunt herself- empty and bleak. I only assumed that everyone around me was clinging onto the past memories we shared with her, feeling the shock of what we could no longer turn the pages of time back to. I could not fully imagine how my dad must have felt that somber day. He would often reminisce about the tender moments he shared with her as a spirited youth with the rest of the family, his voice always springing to life when he spoke of the past. Sitting in the back of the car, I glanced at him in the driver’s seat, peering at his eyes to notice how he seemed to be staring into another place of existence that was left untouchable to the rest of my family.

“I never saw my father in person” my mother recalls. To see the sadness in her eyes only placed me in a position I have never thought of before; that I, too, have never met my grandfather. According to my grandmother, he died from a heart attack.