The Worst Day Of My Life

He made it and it took some pain away, and i thought maybe i would feel way better knowing he's alive. As time went by i felt like i was going to drop out, but i had people here at phoenix who actually cared and got me some help. What haunts me now is losing my grandfather that year because the day before he passed, i was at the hospital visiting him, and he was so well and he was ready to get up and leave back home. The hospital told us he just needed to stay for one more day, and i had to go to school that morning, so i told him i would see him later that

It has been almost 3 years since he has passed and there is not a day that goes by in which I do not think of him. This really hit me hard and it took a while for me accept the fact that I will never get to see him again. From going through the experience of a loss I have learned that life can take you in a blink of an eye and that you need to make the most of it because you never know what is going to happen

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

The day that my Grandpa passed away started out like any other day. My mom and I went to visit him daily, just because we wanted to spend time with him. It was August 11th so, summer was coming to an end. My mom, Grandma and I were sitting and waiting for him, in his hospital room, to get back from the tests that he had that day. Everything seemed fine. He looked great. My mom and I were only able to talk to him for a few minutes, sadly, before they had to take him away again for more tests. We said our good-byes, not knowing that they would be our last, and we left. When we were at the stop light at 75th and Washington, we got a call.

We had just moved in March 2007 into my new house that my grandpa had built for us. I was so happy because I wanted to be closer to my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa was finishing up our house and his hip started hurting so he and my grandma went to the doctor. My mom was really stressed out because she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. One morning in April of 2007, my grandma and grandpa got a call from the bone specialist and they said that he had bone cancer and his hip was destroyed from it. Within the next few days they were planning hip replacement surgery. He had the hip replacement surgery and had to walk with a walker. Then things got worse because the cancer had now spread to his lungs and was stage 4 cancer. Within the next few months he had a massive stroke. Four days later my mom finds out my dad had stage 4 colon cancer and will not make it very long. One day later my grandpa took his last breath while holding my grandma’s hand. My mom was very upset about my grandpa dying and my grandma was screaming for him to come back. They had to take my grandma into another room so the funeral home could come in and get the body. My dad was still doing good at this time but then things changed.

I once again got over his death just like I did Uncle Jerod and Great Grandpa. I started focusing on the positives of their lives. In a small town like mine, word goes around very quickly about deaths. I am used to hearing “Sorry about your death.”. It was just something that I got used to, I also learned how to tense myself up as well. I learned how to really mourn for someone, not by crying but to tell others about what they really loved and the happy moments you had for one

My grandpa had to move in with us because he was sick. Because we didn’t have any rooms left; I volunteered to let him stay in my room and i’ll sleep on the couch. We took care of him daily and made sure he took his medicine. One particular day he was in the room and he wasn’t talking and stayed in bed all day. I came back from school and took a nap but when i finally woke up, everybody was in his room surrounding him. I was curious on what was going on and then all of a sudden he took his last breath and he passed away right in front of us.

For the first 7 years of my life, I was a happy child who enjoyed the companionship of friends and had no worries. Then, on one Thanksgiving day, while I was sleeping, that all changed when I woke up to my mom screaming and crying. I wasn't sure what was happening, so I went to see what was going on. I went into the kitchen and saw my mom sobbing while kneeling over my grandfather. My grandfather had a massive heart attack which he passed away moments later. After that day life has never been the same for me and my family.

It had been less than a week since we were told that my Great-Grandma was dead. We drove all the way to North Dakota for her funeral. When we got there, there was a casket with the pale, lifeless body inside. There was also a lot of people gathered for the funeral, which made a lot of sense considering that my Great-Grandma was 100 years old. After a waiting for while, we walked into a room where we were told how the funeral was going to go, but all I could think about is how real it felt that she was really gone and that I would never see her again. When we sat down in the chapel, I saw a picture of my Great-Grandma and inside my heart pounded and tears swelled. I held in my tears with all the strength I had, but when I saw the casket slowly

Grandpa’s cancer had gotten so bad that the entire family had gathered around him. Alone, I was sent for help. I was only fourteen and I remember thinking to myself, “God please don’t take him before I get to say goodbye!” I was running so quickly and it was so dark that I tripped and barely caught my balance. Even though we hurried back, he was gone. It was the worst thing that could have happened to me. All I remember is dropping to the ground in a puddle of tears; I didn’t think God would just take him from us like that. I didn’t even get to say goodbye or that I loved him. It was so unfair. He was gone from our lives, but not our hearts. Even so, I felt as though I failed because we didn’t make it back in time.

Trying to be strong-minded, I asked to go back to school three days after my dad 's death. I remember getting on the bus and everyone 's eyes were on my siblings and I. Life had gone on the same around us, but yet everything in my family 's life had changed drastically. I remember when I first sat down and the girl in front of me named Zoey turned around to speak to me. She was several years younger than I and lacked a filter as so many innocent children do. She looked at me and asked, "How did your dad die?" I remember immediately feeling overheated and while I had been trying hard to act like nothing had changed, I felt that a bus had slammed into me again. I felt sadness the most in my dad 's death; but I also felt a strong sense of

So many people had known him in his life and had been touched by his love, and his actions. And as most funerals go, there is a point where someone addresses the people who came to honor the life that’s lost. In my grandfather’s case, my grandmother wanted to do it. At that point in the funeral, I was tired, I was bored. I was so young and had no patience and little respect. My mother had just told me to sit still and be quiet when my grandma ascended the stairs to the podium. She walked, slowly, but confidently to the microphone. She looked out into the crowd and started to talk, when her voice cracked, and that was all it took. I watched as my grandmother broke down, loosing the will to hold herself upright, crying, looking devastated, while my Dad rushed onto the stage to help her down. To get her to sit, to give her some water, to comfort her. As this happened, all I could think was “why didn’t Grandpa help Grandma down from the stage? Why isn’t Grandpa here to comfort Grandma when she is upset?” Being a child, I didn’t understand what questions were wrong or when the time was wrong to ask them, and I remember turning to my mother and asking those same questions I just thought, out loud to her. The look I received is one I’ll never forget. So much pity and sorrow in one look. My mother leaned down close to me, hugged me and looked me in the eyes as she said: “Grandpa isn’t here anymore. Grandpa isn’t coming back. He has passed on and

One morning I was woken up very early and my dad sat on the edge of my bed and was crying. When I asked what was wrong he told me my grandpa Tony had died. When he told me it took about 5 minutes for it to hit me and then the tears started rolling. If I remember correctly I was 9 or 10 when this happened and never really experienced loss before this. A couple hours later my Mom told us we would be going to Los Angeles soon for a funeral. I was born in Los Angeles and haven't gone there in a while so it made me sad to go to the city for a funeral of all things.

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

Once, in the first week following his passing, I came through my front door and looked at the area where he would usually be sitting or lying. I called for him with the foolish notation that he would appear and come running to me. But of course, he did not. Then, I walked past his empty food bowls and tears started running down my face. It was a shattering reminder that he was gone and never coming back.