Essay about The Loss of My Uncle

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

A loss is something most people find difficult to deal with. A term commonly used to refer to loss is been bereavement, which is the position of having lately departed with someone important in one’s life through death. It is normal in the human world to experience such a loss and people ought to know how to manage such experiences when they do happen. Bereavement is never easy; it is a period that individuals experience too much suffering that leaves them feeling vulnerable. Some people are also at risk of developing physical health and mental problems. It can take months or

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

The loss of a loved one is a very crucial time where an individual can experience depression, somatic symptoms, grief, and sadness. What will be discussed throughout this paper is what the bereavement role is and its duration, as well as the definition of disenfranchised grief and who experiences this type of grief. I will also touch upon the four tasks of mourning and how each bereaved individual must accomplish all four tasks before mourning can be finalized. Lastly, with each of these topics, nursing implications will be outlined on how to care for bereaved individuals and their families.

“Every three seconds in the developing world, a child dies needlessly due to lack of basic health care and other things we all take for granted.” These words of Claire Danes make us realize what we have and don’t have. It is our instinct to be self-absorbed, lack appreciation and have regrets. In my opinion, nobody is perfect. Everyone has flaws. As you sit there thinking on what possession you wish you could obtain, think about what you appreciate. Do you have food, a home or a family? These are assets everyone should be thankful for, regarding the circumstances. As Joni Mitchell says, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”

In 2009 a lot went on in my life. On April 9, 2009 I was at my grandma house sleep when I heard someone call my name it was my grandma. So I got up to see what she wanted and she said, “I’m having hot flashes go and get me a cold rag to put on my forehead.” So I did and when I came back I put it on her head. Then she begun to close her eyes slowly so I thought she was going to sleep. But when I tried to wake her she wouldn’t wake up. She always kept a book of emergency contacts beside her bed on the dresser. So I called my cousin Donnie and said, “I, I think granny dead.”He said, “WHAT!!” So when he got there he told me to get out the room so he can see. Then he came back a few minutes

On a beautiful, hot day in August 2011, my grandfather, father, mother, brother, sister, and I all began our day of work. Natalie and I had been in argument over who got to sit in the "good" chair in the rusty corn building next to the grain bins. As I got angrier, I began to walk out the window-pane door suddenly my eyes filled with tears. I looked down and saw the gushing blood but I did not feel any pain. After I saw the blood I let out a

Everyone has a least one memory as a child that makes them think “Why?, why did I do that?”. Well I also have one of those memories, I never really understood why I even tried it was so pointless . Anyways it all started on July 21, 2006 around 5pm, I was an innocent 5 year old so I didn’t know what was going on when my mother started to cry out in pain. Why was my mother crying out in pain? well she was in labor getting ready to have her second child. We rushed to the hospital, I was in the backseat with my grandma while she was trying to explain to me what was going on. We finally got to the hospital and right away they took my mom away while, my dad following along. And I know you 're probably thinking,”ok? so why are you telling me

One lovely night, I was at my cousin’s wedding and it was literally the best night ever, never expecting it was going to be my last happy night for a great while. The next day, I was awakened by an unexpected phone call from my best friend and was about to receive the worst news ever. She told me that two of our friends had suffered a car accident. I asked her in what hospital where they, so that I could go visit them right away. No words came out of her mouth for a while. She took a deep breath and told me they were gone…forever. I hanged up and went directly to my parents to ask them if this was real. They obviously had no clue because the accident had just happened. My phone did not stop ringing, many phone calls and messages

I woke up on a Friday morning I was four years old, I ran out to where my family was gathered. It was normally, my mom just had made breakfast the usual bacon, eggs, and grits with a cup of orange juice. My family ate breakfast all together, however there was an awkwardness in the air, for my sisters had sneaked out of the house to go to a party that my dad and mom had said no too. As the conversation continued on, It became seven twenty and my sisters had to leave for school. So they went outside and their friend picked them up and went down the street towards the high school. I went back inside finished my breakfast as my parents and other older sister sat there and talked about the whole ordeal and what they should do about it. As they talked the phone rang, when my father picked it up it was the sheriff. Beginning nosey I listened up to their conversation and heard the officer say something about a crash. My parents immediately reacted as my dad said my sisters had been in a crash and it did not look good. My parents loaded me up into my car seat. Still not knowing what had happened I thought my sister Kez was late for school. I soon realized that this was not so for they turned right away from the school. Heading down a worn down california street about a mile out of the city limit. I soon saw a crashed car that had been left nothing rubble. The debris of the crash had littered the street for about a hundred feet in every direction this was made up of glass and

I think the person who has had the most profound effect on my life besides my parents is my grandfather. I never realized before how much of an effect he had on my interests and goals for the future. Years ago, he used to tell me stories about historical events and experiences he had fighting in Vietnam and my great grandfather fighting in World War 2. His vivid descriptions always made it so interesting and, in some cases, more light-hearted than what actually happened. To this day he still has more stories to tell me, and never fails to captivate my interest. In doing this, he opened my eyes to my biggest interest, history, and encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout school. I feel like it would help to give a short summary of his life and how it affected me.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

It was Monday, June 9, 2014 and I'm sitting at my grandparent’s back porch having a normal conversation as I always would. We were talking about our plans and what we were going to do the next day together. It was summertime, so we were planning on going out to get breakfast around 9 A.M. at our local favorite restaurant, American Table. We continued to talk for awhile, but it was starting to get late and time to go to bed. I said my goodbyes and walked home as we were next door neighbors and only lived 15 feet away. As I lay sound asleep in my bed and morning came we were startled by the sound of pounding on our front door. My mom hurried down the stairs and to the door where my next door neighbor was frantically saying “hurry you need to go next door to your dads, something has happened.” My mom started yelling up to my brother and I to get out of bed and hurry to my grandpa's to see what was going on. What I saw as I ran next door to my grandparents is something i'll never forget. The bright flashing red and white lights of the ambulance and the EMTs rushing into my grandparents front door.