Silence, it is all that I hear in this house. There is not even a soul to spark a sense of joy in my heart. Utter bitterness is all that remains. I still remember the dreadful day my father died. It was as if the most valuable thing of my life vanished in a heartbeat; there was no warning whatsoever. His death was an instant pain that came to me without the remorse of god. My young life was different from the rest of the people in Jefferson, Mississippi. Love for another human being was a strange phenomenon that I could not even imagine to think about until a man came to my life. It is fascinating how anything can happen within the blink of an eye. It is impossible know when life will get better or worse in just one day. With that being said, the day my father died turned my life into an eternal abyss of pain and suffering in which I could not recover from. I just could not believe that my father was dead; it was impossible to think such a thing. He never looked so peaceful. He did not say a single word. Until I realized that he was no longer in this world, I was when everything collapsed inside my heart. People where all the sudden given me condolences due to the death of my father. I kept denying his death until men came to my house to dispose of the body. …show more content…
The only problem was that I never knew what it actually was. I never had anyone to play with to teach me those wonderful experiences. The main contributor to having a stale childhood was my father. I was not allowed to play with other children. When I grew older, other gentlemen were not allowed to take me to take me anywhere. I was not even allowed to speak to them. If other boys came close enough to the house, he would violently try to scare them away. The only people that came to my house were important people that my father knew. It was no surprise people stopped coming to give me their
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Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
As a child I suffered an event that framed my life, a catastrophe that would change my life at least temporarily. This catastrophe changed things all around me, things in my family changed and things at home changed ever since that day. I remember we were all exited, we were going on a family vacation to different regions of Colombia.
There’s nothing more heart wrenching and soul consuming than losing a parent. You feel your whole world crumbling and blazing with a fire of disparity deep within your body. Rocking you into depression and holding you there till you feel as though you’ve lost your grasp in reality. The denial that, they are still there with you in this world and not lost forever in a sea of memories and a choir of “They’re watching you from up there, looking down at you.” But they’ll never know the connection that a father has with his daughter.
Jerry Sittser’s book not only brings readers into loss with all its real emotions and pain but it also highlights truths that can be applied to anyone’s life. Sittser’s faith is evident throughout the book and his struggle of finding his faith within his loss and sorrow is encouraging to many. In the end, through his loss, he finds God again and through the writing of his book is now able to offer many insights on the Christian perspectives of sorrow, loss, forgiveness and how mental illness affects families. Sittser inspires readers because they have witnessed that they can too grow and continue living life despite their loss and without forgetting their loss.
It hit me like a bullet. I was in shock for the first 10 minutes. No words. The only sound I could hear was crying and sobbing and deep breaths. The only thing on anyone’s mind was how to get over the fact that our mom, wife, or grandma had died.
It all started on October 15, 2007 when I was hit by a car. It threw my whole life upside down. That day started like any other day: I woke up and got ready for school. I was walking to school like I do every day; it all happened in a blink of an eye. One minute I’m crossing the road and the next thing I wake up across the side of the road with four strangers around me asking me if I am okay and trying to help me to the sidewalk.
He was shaking. It was from the cold in his body or the pain I couldn’t tell. Mom was trying to act calm but her eyes said otherwise, She was terrified. Scientists say our brains repress or forget traumatic memories. Parts of this I forget. My Mom took him to Medstar Hospital, and she left us in the house. She said it was too late for us to go out and for us to go to sleep. We couldn’t sleep, so we worried.
I still remember that day mom. The day that you died. It was August 29, 2010, around 10 PM. The sky was plastered with clouds, it was pouring and the sky was like a night club. Flashing lights everywhere and the sound of thunder resonated throughout the surrounding area. During this time, my mom and I were on our way back from the police station after I shoplifted at a nearby convenience store. Luckily they let me off with a warning since my mom had my back and since I was still a juvenile. Just because they let me off with a warning, didn't mean that I was scot-free from my mom's scolding. From the police station all the way to the car, all I could hear was my mom's constant nagging about how I shouldn't shoplift and how I won't be let off the hook so easily when I'm 18 or older.
Even the worst times in my life have changed things for the better. My mother and father split up when I was very young. I don't even have a memory of what happened or when I noticed we were no longer together. This made my life different from others. I had to adapt to being away from my father and being away from my mother because she had to work.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
Imagine growing up without a father. Imagine a little girl who can’t run to him for protection when things go wrong, no one to comfort her when a boy breaks her heart, or to be there for every monumental occasion in her life. Experiencing the death of a parent will leave a hole in the child’s heart that can never be filled. I lost my father at the young of five, and every moment since then has impacted me deeply. A child has to grasp the few and precious recollections that they have experienced with the parent, and never forget them, because that’s all they will ever have. Families will never be as whole, nor will they forget the anguish that has been inflicted upon them. Therefore, the sudden death of a parent has lasting effects on those
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
Everyone has milestone days in his/her life that change the direction of his/her life for better or worse. Let me tell you one of my experiences that I will never forget from when I was 12 years old.
My Father dying has a profound impact on my perspective on life, and time. In fact it was the first time I considered how much time do I have left? Whereas when my grandfather died it was all about the emotion of the loss. It was also a learning experience in that I never dealt with death before.