The Death Of My Grandfather

Watching my grandmother lay in the hospital and dieing was one of the most painful feelings I have ever felt in my life. I felt many different emotions when she passed away. I felt sad, angry, shocked, and many more, but all those feelings made me stronger as person mentally. I knew that one day everyone would die and no one could control that. Her death affected me in both a positive and negative way. My dad regrets many things that he did to his mom, so I know now that one day my parents will die and I should respect them and let them know I love them every day. The death of my grandma also made a negative effect on my life. Ever since she passed away my family been breaking

I would sit in the corner and watch him eat dinner. I told him about my day and shared what was on my mind. The silence was comforting and the light of the moon illuminated his face, his eyes glistening with its reflection. I would have slept in that barn if I could. That summer was an unforgettable experience that I will never forget.

Death is something that never gets easier to process. Every time you lose a person close to you, whether it is expected or not, it is a hard challenge to overcome. Whether you are young or older, the death of that person has a way of entering your thoughts and affecting your moods or actions. Sometimes the memory of someone they have lost can follow a person for years after the fact or only for a short time. Different people have different ways of accepting that person's absence and working through their grief.

He took care of me and even traveled to CVS to obtain my medication. As well as continuously checking my condition every day. No matter what time I contact him, I constantly know that he will be there for me. As of today he still lives in California, but I know that if I ever needed him he would definitely fly out to New Jersey to support me.

The death of a loved one is not something that is easy to live through. For Cheryl Strayed that was no different, but Strayed used it as her driving force at a chance to pursue her dreams as well as an opportunity make her grieving heard. She battle with the death of her mother as well as her whole life being turned upside down as acknowledged in, “I’d find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous” (Strayed 57). One thing that did not change throughout it all was that she still enjoyed literature and her dream to pursue to be a well know writer. Throughout her entire journey of the PCT she continued to read and to expand on her knowledge, not only about the PCT but as well as about herself which is addressed in “Even the Faulkner novel had more right to be in my pack, if only because I hadn’t read it and therefore it could be explained as entertainment. I’d read The Dream of a Common Language so often that I’d practically memorized it” (Strayed 60). Her mother’s passing was her reason for embarking on such an unknown adventure, which in return was her driving force behind putting out her book in order to prove to people that if you are in a dark place in your life it does not always stay that way.

When I was a child, I dreamt about being a doctor helping others. I knew at the early age of 7 that I wanted to make a difference in others’ lives. After the death of my mother in 1999, I slowly changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my life. I told myself that I would do whatever it took to help bring justice for families that go through what I went through with the death of my mother. As I was going through college I realized that criminal justice wasn’t for me after working in the field. I sat there one day wondering what I would do next and I realized I have a passion for helping others; and I love babies, so why not use that to my advantage. That is how I ended up here at Southern Careers Institute pursuing a career in the

Grief is like weather. Some days are cold, wet and stormy, while the other days are bright warm and sunny. Today like most days its storming. I lost my heart, my life, my boyfriend to five bullets 1,327 days ago. Not only have I lost all hope but I forgot how to love so deep. Experiencing the passing of my boyfriend was never easy. I knew the love was always true from all the wonderful times we had, to the phone calls, until the funeral. I knew he was always the one who had my back. Dealing with the death of my boyfriend Dante’ was never easy but his spirit presence helps to persevere though life daily challenges.

Some of my favorite moments with my grandfather were how we always did everything together. I was glad I lived with my grandparents. Stuff with my actual family weren’t the best, because they thought they couldn’t handle me. My grandfather and I had so much fun throughout the years. We enjoyed going for ice cream the most. We always had the same ice cream every once in a while, but occasionally we would change it up a little. We usually grabbed chocolate ice cream for a treat, but sometimes we would decide we want a twist ice cream. I loved spending time with my grandfather.

Arriving at the cemetery, I could not stand. My legs were weak and all I did was shake. I tried to hold it together as they put him in the ground. This was the hardest thing I had ever been through. This was not fair. He was such an important part of our family. That day will always be the absolute worst day of my life. We spent the rest of day together as a family. In a way, I guessed it helped a little. But, nothing would ever replace the emptiness I had in my heart.

For the most part everyone has lost a friend or family member. We always ask ourselves why this happens. I lost a very close friend of mine in a car accident almost a year ago, she would have been 17 this month. That was one of the hardest deaths I had ever gone through. I wonder why did she have to die at the age of 16 that isn't right, she should dtill be here. It took months to finally get use to the idea of her not being here and sometimes it still doesn't seem real that she is gone. I went through a doubting stage where I didn't believe that she was gone. I felt like I was in a dream and I was going to wake up one day and some how she was going to be here on earth again. I finally starting understanding that she was gone and everything

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

Cancer doesn’t win. Cancer isn’t the victor, it’s the loser. Cancer’s purpose it to test our strengths, to see how far it can take us before we quit, its all a battle, and how it turns out in the end is completely by our view. People don’t lose to cancer, it losses to us. It’s all about how we fought it off. It should be about how we won it. For only four years in my life I have been able to speak to my grandma Judy, she died when I was only a child, so meeting her is only a few memories of many years ago. My Grandma was short, red curly hair, and a woman of many victories. I know that she was a true hero, victor, and a winner of many things, but most importantly, she was influential in life. She realized it wasn’t about winning it all, but overcoming her problems and adversities to reach her goals.

I distinctly remember the weeknights at his house. Sitting upon his lap, walking down the street, getting pulled in my wagon through a park--these were things I loved doing with Grandpa. I was not just another person to him: I was the ultimate grandson, and I was special.

Now I can say that I had never understood others suffering from a bad loss of a dear person.  I would hate to hear that anybody died. When this happened to me, when my dear mother died, I started to understand all those people who lost someone they loved. There are perhaps no proper words to describe this pain, This intolerable pain which tears you apart, which is like a stone on your heart, and which make tears run down your face with each moment spent with the dear person who passed away. Time is unlikely to pass so fast this hurt, no matter what others claim.

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.