The Story Of Losing A Grandparent In My Life

Everyone experiences loss, but the difference is our beliefs of where those individuals go when their time is up here. I have experienced losing friends and family from drugs, freak accidents, diseases, and just natural death. I have seen death right in front of my eyes, but somehow I still find something to comfort me. A place where there is only a peace and where there is no more pain, Heaven.

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

However, one character in my life was never ordinary; in fact, he was the exact definition of extraordinary. My “papaw” became my favorite playmate, my other half, and my best friend. We were commonly referred to as "two peas in a pod" and " each other's pride and joy." I loved my grandpa in the deepest, most sincere way a young child could. As I grew older, my grandpa assumed the role of my confidant and supporter. When my grandmother would scold me or when my sister and I would argue, I knew that I could retreat into the loving arms of my grandfather. The only thing that he ever did to upset me was when he said, "When I go, I'll miss everyone, but I'll miss you the most, Bug." Little did I know, I would soon long to hear these

Researchers MacCallum and Golombok (2004) argued that results from previous studies focusing on the loss of a father could not be generalized to children who grew up in households without a father from birth. This is where lesbian mothers and single mothers come into their research, because these families did not necessarily have an absentee father due to family disruption or realignment. For example, lesbians have used assisted conception and/or adoption. In earlier times, lesbian mothers weren’t always allowed these options. Many often lost their children due to the belief that children of homosexuals would have psychological and developmental problems, and at the time, many believed the children of homosexuals would be ostracized,

As soon as we finished the job, my uncle went and sat in the front

(I was re-reading and noticed i didnt put age anywhere im 16.) Alright well I'm not sure why I'm on reddit venting this dosen't really feel like the place, but on Sunday morning my grandpa died. Here's the story on Friday night I was going to go to a football game but some weird surcomstances allined and I ended up not going I was in my room playing CS GO and my mom came in the room and said that my Grandpa collapsed and was being taken to the hospital and they thought he had a heart attack, but that wasnt the case. My mom and I got to the hospital and where sitting around fro a while then my sister showed up a while after. There was a lot of sitting and wondering then I was told I could go into the room I followed behind my sister she looked him in the eyes and said I love you he said I love you

April 6, 1997, twenty years ago our family lives was drastically changed, with the death of my husband, father of my children. Mike was only forty-two years’ old when he passed away from a heart attack. Mike went to the hospital complaining of chest pains; he was observed in the hospital overnight, and some tests were taken of his heart. He was released from the hospital and three days later he died in his sleep from the widow maker heart attack. With the history of heart disease in the family, his grandfather/father passed away from heart disease at the age of forty years old. Waking up that morning and finding Mike has passed away in his sleep; was very devastating for our family, his mom, brothers, my sisters, and brother-in laws. At the time of his death, I was thirty-six-years old, a stay home mom, and our children Amy, was eleven years old, Kristina, nine years old, and Vincent seven years old. The hospital did not take any responsibility of his passing; we received no social services or any explanation from the hospital why the tests didn’t show any results of heart disease. Now my status is widow/single parent unemployed raising our three children on my own. Not knowing what the future holds for us.

When I was a kid in Lakewood Washington I had always loved Halloween and going trick or treating. I was going to be a ghoul that year and I had just gotten home from school and I said “Mom, mom where are you.” and I see Torin my little brother in his crib crying my moms door was open and I walked in to look for mom and I see her dead in the closet hanging.

The morning was gloomy and cold. Today was November 22nd at the Hope Lutheran Church. Today, my family and I were attending Grandma’s memorial service. My family looked so cleaned up and fancy. I thought if this wasn’t a memorial service we were going to, we looked like we were going to a fancy dinner. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the latter. All 14 of us piled into two separate cars and headed on our way. I felt empty and hollow approaching the church. Today would be the day that my family and I would shed waterfalls streaming from our eyes. The church had felt homely and rustic before, but now it felt dark and sad. Grandma didn’t deserve to die, I thought, as I went through the doors of the church. The church felt warm inside, like a warm blanket from the dryer. Why is 2014 such a bad year for us? Why did Uncle Mike die? Why

My dad’s death helped me overall to be a good person because, in life I realized that there was still hope in finishing my education. My experience getting to know my dad was short, because I never really got to see what he was like. I have no memory of him and I never heard him speak since I was little, but my mom told me what he was like. The only thing that I have to remember my dad, is a picture where he was in the barbershop with my family and friends. The only thing I can do is stay focused in school and keep up with the rest of my class.

The muffled chokes masked my father's words as he spoke to me over the phone. He struggled to speak, signaling me to leave my dorm room occupied by multiple close friends. The overnight lacrosse camp I was at was on its final day, and the dorms were bustling with excitement and final activities. I was drawn out of this by the despair in my father's voice, I knew what he had to say was serious. The laughter from inside the dorms grew quiet as I shut the iron door of the dorms behind me, stepping out onto the dewy grass and soaking the mid calf socks which covered my sore feet. It was a truly perfect day, as cliche as it is. The sun shone radiantly among the aquatone skies, unobjected by any sign of overcast. The phone grew slippery as clammy

My Grandpa has passed away this year and every day I miss him more and more .But I will never forget how much he loved me. He was always so helpful to people even if he didn't know them .And this is the beginning of my story to tell all of you.One day my mom got a call from my grandma and she was in Michigan when it all happened. My Grandpa was in the hospital because he was badly sick.My mom didn’t want to tell us because we would all get sad.

I was just as inexperienced as my friend in this situation, as he had never dealt with such a loss. Although on the surface I was able to cope with my grandfather's death, emotionally I had not. Leaving my friend with no guidance on how to tackle such a feat. Still, we both looked at it as a learning experience, hoping to find resolution. At this point, he began to “cross the threshold” into a new world, one without his dad. The first three to four weeks following the loss were the hardest on him, just as expected. Friends, family, and even people he had never talked to were sending their prayers, only reminding him of what had transpired. As it was always on his mind, it was extremely hard to get any words out of his mouth. At the times he

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she

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.