The Worst Day Of My Life

That type of deep sadness is something that no one could understand unless they’ve actually been in that pit of despair. Do you know what it’s like to have the overwhelming pressure of sadness in your chest? You feel as though you’re drowning in an above-ground pool with glass walls. You see people prancing around and living their lives happily. Most of them don’t even realize you’re there.

We asked our dad if we could go scuba diving and he said yes. My dad found a place where they would provide equipment and teach you how to do it. I have never done this before and I was a little nervous, but I was kind of excited at the same time. Once we got to the place, they showed us how to work the equipment and what to do. I got very nervous again and I do not know why. We got in the water and everything was alright. It was the clearest water I have ever seen in my entire life. The fish were so colorful and the reef was filled with all sorts of interesting plant life. I was about to find out why I was so nervous before. Everything was going according to plan until one bad thing happened to me. I was in the ocean and I swallowed a bunch of water and could not breathe. I started to panic and thrashed in the water to get someone’s attention. I got the attention of my brother, and he pulled me up out of the water and I spit it out. That was the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me and I vow never to scuba dive ever again. After that scary moment happened, the rest of the vacation was great. We went to the beach and pool every day and the rest of the vacation was

“The best description is your heart feels like its being crushed from the inside. The pain is a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. There is no relief. Watching my child dying in my arms without the means to stop it was the most horrific day of my life. The next was when I found out my husband had slept with his secretary.”

I knelt beside the form of my dog, a friend from birth, dying. His trusting eyes looked into mine as he breathed his last breath. I cried more that day than I had ever cried in my entire life. One of my best friends, dead. But no matter how sad and horrifying that day was for me, it will always be implanted in my memory as the first time I ever lost someone close to me.

I really wanted to go and see my brother, but my parents wouldn't let me and that made me When my parents went to go see my brother and I wanted to go, but they wouldn't let me. I sat there and waited for my parents to get back in silence. When they got back they looked like they were about to cry and just me seeing them made me cry. We sat there for an hour in silence until a nurse came in and said we had to go to a different floor and so we headed upstairs and by that moment I knew what was going on, my brother wouldn't make it. When we got upstairs we went into this room that was bigger than the one we were in. We all sat there in silence for a long time and then someone came in and said that we can say our final goodbyes to my brother.Next thing I knew I seen a priest and I tried to stay in the room but I couldn't do it. When my brother was still alive, he was my hero and I wanted to be like him. Smart, caring ,and he helped others.That night really screwed my life, even to this

For me, this accident happened when I was twelve back in 2009. Every Labor Day weekend my family packs up essential camping gear and spends the weekend roughing it in the great outdoors. I remember the day clearly. Serenity and relaxation flowed through every bone in my body as we pulled into the circular 100 feet by 100 feet clearing

I did not have time to say good bye nor talk to him about his future plans. All I could think of was, “At least he did not suffer.” Many questions haunted me back then like how we define suffering, and what would be more traumatic: losing someone suddenly or expecting their death and just waiting. I did not know how to react and who to refer for help.

When I was nine my father died. Death sprung from its hiding place and took what was most dear to me. I love my dad; he taught me to love and to enjoy life. We often went fishing and biking together. After his death the bikes and fishing poles collected dust in the garage. Sometimes when I let the feelings get to me, I would stare at the two dusty bikes and fishing poles and punch them with my small hands.

No one that I’d loved so dearly had ever died. The whirlwind experience of waiting for my parents to come home, watching my parents, aunts, and uncles plan a funeral, and then missing school for both the wake and the funeral was exhausting. The jam-packed schedule did not give me time to contemplate and understand what had happened. In fact, those first few days after my grandfather's death were the easiest as they were a distraction from the truth. Attend a wake, accept condolences, attend a funeral, accept more condolences, and then go home being too exhausted to have any further thoughts than “I want to go to bed”. It was the calm after the storm that hurt me in the long

The first major tragedy to strike me and my family on July 28, 2011 was the death of my cousin, Hudson. He was riding on an ATV with no helmet and fell off the back, injuring his

On October 30th 2008, my father died in my arms. He had succumbed to a short, but painful fight with lung cancer. It was the defining turning point in my life, Leading me down the path to become the man that I am today. It was the first, of many hard lessons. None of which I regret experiencing. Yes many of these moments have been incredibly painful, and seemingly unsurvivable at times. They have however made me a strong and diligent young man.

The first reaction to learning bad news is to deny the reality of the situation. It is normal for people to try to make sense of overwhelming emotions. It is a way for us to numb the initial shock. We ignore the hardest parts in an attempt to avoid facts. This first response is a crutch to walk us through the first wave of pain.

You try to understand just like you tried to understand the concept of death at the age of five. You try to cope just like you did when you learned that your dad would never be there to tell you “is fine,” “is okay.” You think life will let you slow down to catch your breath but you’re on a taxi with tears in your eyes leaving everyone

Friday early morning, we received a phone call from my dad telling us that we need to come back to the hospital. I could feel the tears coming down my cheeks, I just wanted to explode at any moment as we heard his final words, that moment in that hospital room overpower with so many mixed emotions

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was