The Death Of A Close Family Member Change

There is one thing in this world that no one can escape, that everyone fears, and makes people who are close to that person miserable, and that is death. Death is the worst thing that can ever happen to a person, and is just as bad for the people who are close to them. There is an emptiness that comes with the death of a loved one or someone close. That blankness in the world does something to the people who encompass that person who passed. It changes people, whether it is for better or worse. Death is a part of life and depending on how people are affected can dictate whether it will leave a positive or negative change to their life and that conversion happened to me with the death of my mother, Fran.

Death is apart of our world, we have people being born, and dying each day. When we are personally affected by death this is the point in time where we start to question God an ask him why he has taken someone we loved so dearly way from us and this world. Everyone is affected by death at one point in their lives either it being by losing a grandparent, a mother or father or a sibling, to even a close friend. Death can either be expected or very unexpected. After losing someone if it was prepared or not; there are many emotions that one goes through, they also have to confront death and go through the healing process.

My mom's brother died at a young age, and her mom died of ALS. My dad´s mom died from cancer when he was seven, and his dad died when I was one year old. We were taught that death is part of a life cycle, and it eventually will happen to all of us. We were taught to not mourn the loss of a loved one, but to celebrate the life that they lived. My mom's brother had a disease that made his legs not work. Mom told me that whenever she felt sad about the death of her brother she would think about how happy he is in heaven, because he would have legs that he could use. Other people handle death in a different way. Many people cry, and feel really sad about death. Others like to share happy moments in the loved one´s life. I do believe there is a right and wrong way to grieve. Of course most people will shed tears and be upset for maybe a few weeks. But many people will go on and on about the sadness. It's almost like they shut down. They could start making bad decisions, stop doing hobbies that they like, or turn against their religion. I believe the right way to grieve is to celebrate the loved one´s life. Talking about good memories is a great way to cope with the death. Surrounding yourself with family and friends who can help give you a shoulder to cry on or talk about good memories they had with the loved one that passed

Every story has a beginning; mine just happens to start on a cool fall day. The yellow-brown leaves lay beneath my feet as they crunch with each step I take. I hear my mom calling my name, “Greyson” she says with an enthusiastic tone, and I was walking towards the house. I turn around to say, see you later to a couple of my friends; once again I hear my name being shouted followed with the words, “dinner is ready.” I turn around and start walking faster to be able to get toward the door before my mom closes it. Fortunately, I had made it to the side door while it was still open, but as I approach the door, no one in sight, the air conditioning blowing on me sending chills up my body. I stand there blankly. Jolted by a voice, I faintly hear someone say to shut the door, so I comply with this demand. I closed the door then walk towards the kitchen to sit down and eat. As I wait for all the plates to be set out, my dad engages in a conversation with me. He asks how my day was, I give a moderately short answer: ok, I say. I hear the porcelain plates lay on granite; the plates are now out, so I get out of my seat to go get the food. As I am getting my food my mom enters the laundry room where the side door is located and walks out shortly after I sit down. I was able to sense the tension that was built up in the room. My parents murmur to one another. I start to eat slower to be able to hear these ever so light whispers. I am only able to pick up a few words, one of them being my name. The whispers come to cease. I continue to eat my food; my parent’s look over at me and I look at them. My dad glances at me and says my name, “Greyson”, in a rather stern voice, “You forgot to lock the side door.” My heart drops, this was one of the only requests that my parents had asked of me.

People tend to deal or cope with death in a variety of ways, ranging from a very pleasant or healthy way to destructive. It really depends on how mentally strong and how much support you collect from family member, close friends, or possibly people who have dealt with similar trauma. Joe Manetti from “Always a Motive,” and Eric Clapton, singer and songwriter of “Tears in Heaven,” display quite an army of differences. However, they make it visible that they are not to different from one another. Clapton exposes that he is able to make it through such rough times by writing music. Joe Manetti on the other hand struggles with living with his misery because he does not have a strong outlet of emotions like Clapton does . Grief can be a

The most common effect of death in a family is known as grief. When we understand it better, it makes the process a little less daunting. We have to realize as humans, we are not alone. Everyone has lost someone they loved and it's a natural thing to deal with. There is no normal way of dealing with death. It doesn't have patterns or a set way of dealing with it.

I cried out. Let's head to our apartment to eat some dinner, I bought some roast beef, potatoes, rolls, and other delicious food. Dad never cooked, especially a big meal, but it sounded delicious, so I just ignored it. It was delicious except for the potatoes tasted weird and the beef was a little too salty but was still great! Then I went to bed. My dad checked on me repeatedly. To see if I was asleep. He usually just fell asleep on the couch while eating lays and watching television. Probably to see if my leg didn't hurt while in bed. Which did feel uncomfortable,

Where the bereaved person has also been a carer, close family member or friend of the person whose death was the end result of a prolonged illness or condition, it is possible that relief is felt. In that situation, the bereaved person should be encouraged to express the relief that the person is no longer experiencing pain and discomfort, and for themselves that they have also found a release from an emotionally painful and difficult situation. The bereaved person may also experience anger that they have been abandoned by the dead person; it is to be acknowledged that such anger is a normal grief reaction. It is also possible that the bereaved person will feel guilt that they will receive a financial gain by the loss of their loved one. It

Each individual sees death differently, but what is more fascinating is that most of us have experience the feeling of loss when we were young and the way we think now than back at that age is different. When I was a preschooler, I remember that I was not fazed by the loss of a grandfather, but when my dog died, I cried

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

This one night everything seemed to be normal my dad made dinner, my mom got stuck with the dishes. I came out of my room right before I went to bed and I saw my dad sitting at the glass table that is on our porch in the backyard. I went out to see what he was doing and he was smoking a vanilla cuban cigar, my mom came and took me to bed. Little did I know in a few hours every memory in the house was not going to compare to this one. My mom ran into mine and my sisters rooms telling us we needed to get up, I asked her many times “what's happening”

I was sleeping over at a friend’s house when their mom told me that someone wanted to talk to me and handed me a phone. It was the cops and they talked about how they got a call from the neighbor that they heard something going on at my house. The police came in to find my mother's dead body and my dad passed out in his room. I was scared when they came to get me to go and talk to my dad. He was talking about how he had gotten home from work and had no clue where my mother was. Then he went up to his room to take a nap cause at that time he was working nights and then he woke up behind

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

Most of us find it difficult to think about our own death or the death of a loved one. In fact, a great deal of us find it to be inconceivable.

Shortly after I moved in, his house was chaos: food rotting on the floor, dirty clothes piled on the kitchen table, hidden dog feces under the couch. That was when I realized that my mother had a well-founded reason for choosing to divorce him. But the issue ran much deeper than a mucky house. My father always locked his bedroom door behind him and only he had the key. Naturally, this secrecy began to eat at me; I was never allowed in his room, he left the house for days at a time, and sometimes when he'd come home he would ask me to stay the night with a friend. One day I came home from school and found the door to be ajar. The room was darkened by black-out curtains and like the other parts of the house, it looked like a bomb had hit it. Scattered on top of the dresser were clear crystals, a couple silver spoons, and a lighter. I was deeply disturbed by what I saw but it also gave me a sense of relief to know the facts and what causes his behavior. Soon after, I decided to live with my mom and my