Something that I really struggled with was the passing of my Grandmother. She was a strong woman and an inspiration to everybody in my family. I think that I struggled with it because she was a great human being, I kind of looked up to her a bit, and of course she was part of my family. I think that along with her passing, I struggled with the fact that she died when I thought that she did nothing wrong in her entire life and did not deserve to die. Mainly the fact that she was a really good person and she just died like that. She had been sick for a few months in a hospital but one day I got home from school, and everyone was sad. Immediately that was when I knew she died. I didn’t ask for details because I didn’t want to know. I do know …show more content…
I’m not a doctor, I can’t stop someone from dying like that and I couldn’t have done anything to change the outcome. I didn’t become addicted to meth or anything like that afterwards. I was sad but not enough to do something drastic like that. I think that my actions mainly consisted of processing the fact that I would never see my grandma alive again. I don’t think that I did anything harmful or reckless after that. I don’t even think I missed a day of school. I think any actions that I did or did not take were reasonable. I don’t think that any actions that I might have taken hurt anyone, or that they were bad. If I could go back in time, I would not change any of my actions because I don’t think that I did anything wrong.
Biology
I don’t think that biology played a large piece in my thoughts, feelings, or actions after this event. I felt fine when I was coming home from school, so I wasn’t sick. I wasn’t in a fight or flight situation, I just wasn’t expecting to come home to bad news like this. When they told me I was not totally shocked because I knew she wasn’t doing that well, but I had still hoped she would be okay. I think that the thoughts, feelings, and actions were more important than biology for this.
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
My great grandfather death was the earliest loss experience I can remember. He was put on hospice for a few months and died from prostate cancer on August 10, 2007 in the living room of my basement. I was eleven years old when he passed away and recall standing beside his bed when he took his last breath. Given that we had him in the house three months before he passed away, I not only remember him dying, but also remember witnessing his body slowly shutting down as the days passed by. My grandmother and her sisters would change him everyday, give him water with a dropper and talk to him for hours on end. We knew his last day was approaching quickly and decided to be proactive and begin the funeral arrangements. My mother and I were at the flower shop ordering the flowers when we received a phone call from my grandmother. I answered the phone and could hear her holding back the tears as she informed us that he was starting to slip away.
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
I remember the times before she had got cancer her would be so happy and visit us almost every day and how she would tell me her cooking secrets. She stopped talking weeks before she died and closed her eyes, my mom would say that she wishes that she could her talk and see her eyes one more time. A few days before she died I broke down crying, in the car, I thought I had to be strong for my mom and aunt talked to me about how I would still have my granny in my heart for a long time. And I remember the day she died I had just gotten home from high school, I was happy and thinking that later that day I could she my granny, my dad was home and told me that my granny had died that morning. I went to bed and cried the feeling that someone that I loved had died made all the pain and mourning seem real somehow. I didn’t go to school for three days, I didn’t even go to the funeral or the wake; I knew that people ask where I was. I honestly cannot tell you how many times I tell myself that if she had died then that made everything I feared come true. I tried to convince myself that she is in a better place and not suffering and longer that she is better up there than down
Shortly after, “yesterday” was dominated by my great-grandmother and her grim condition. I already knew that my granny wasn’t doing so well because she was in hospice. So, I called off on a Friday so I could be with her. I remember it was me, my mom, my grandmother, and of course - my granny. Four perfect generations of my family in one room. My mom was sitting about a yard away from her on the right and my grandmother was holding her hand on the left. I was about a yard and a half away from the foot of her bed. My mother and grandmother kept saying “I love you Grandma” or “I love you Mommy” about a million times. Each time, my grandma would open her mouth and outstretch her neck. My grandma thought she could hear us, but I figured it was because
I found out about her death two days after it occurred. I was in church getting ready to play my flute in the choir. My best friend was with me. I guess she knew that I didn’t see the news. I can remember still remember what she said. She told me that she was at a friend’s house on Friday night. They were getting ready for a dance that I did not go to. Her mom told them that something had happened. She conveyed the message to me by saying “Meg…I think that Tiff died.” She couldn’t just tell, because she knew that I would be devastated, but I knew that it was no mistake. I ran to the bathroom and began to grieve for my friend who never even got to receive her driver’s license.
I know she heard us but she never opened her eyes again until that last moment, she opened her eyes one last night and my grandma told my great grandma “it’s okay mama go ahead daddy’s waiting for you I love you” that was when she took her last breath. It was July 29th around 3am when my dad came in my room and told me “Haley I’m going to the hospital grandma is gone.” At first I just said okay I was in a dead sleep so I didn’t comprehend it in that exact moment. A few minutes later I got out of bed I heard my brother pull in the drive way he left work early to come home and he and I sat and looked though pictures together shedding tears and laughing and asking each other if we remembered this. We all went up my great grandma’s house where all the family gathered about an hour and a half later. Even then I was fine it wasn’t until my grandma walked in the door which is my great grandmas daughter as soon as she did she just sat in my great grandmas’ chair and stated sobbing and that’s when it hit me that she was really gone this wasn’t just some dream it was real. I could taste salt from my tears running down my face into my mouth. After that it was all a complete
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 picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
She began to suffer from hair and weight loss as well as the color change of her skin. My mind began to intersect with thoughts of her dying from cancer. I decided negativity would no longer control my thoughts; I had a grandmother who needed me to be strong and think positive about her condition, regardless of the situation and her physical changes. During the time of my grandmother chemotherapy treatments, I would miss school to attend her appointments. As a sophomore in high school, I could only miss a small amount of days before any negative effects displayed toward my grades. Therefore, I would miss school every Tuesday and Thursday for the next four months of my first semester of tenth grade. I didn’t mind because my grandmother meant the world to me and I would have done it a thousand times, if I was given the
That was one of the worst rides of my life. Rachel and her mother told me my grandma had passed out at church. Rachel had tried to run and catch me before I left, but it was too late, I was already gone. A million thoughts raced through my mind such as was she hurt or would she have to stay in the hospital a while, but death never crossed my mind.
I lost my mother at a young age, when I was 10--old enough to have memories to remember her and miss her, but too young to have a clear idea of who she was. Her absence completely disrupted our family. Waking up and having breakfast made, clothes ironed and washed, and all of the little things that we took for granted were gone in an instant. But this isn 't the story of how I lost my mother or about how I was devastated by her death. My mother’s death was the reason why I became exposed to the business world, and this story is really about how I came to share my father’s love and passion for business.
I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had
What does phenomenal mean to you? One dictionary states phenomenal means very remarkable. My great grandmother was a very sophisticated and remarkable woman. Phenomenal should have been her first name, because that she was. My great grandmother was a rare breed; many do not come like that anymore. Memories of my great grandmother take me to a happy place, and hold a special place in my heart.