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Response to loss of a family member
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When I look over my “ The Loss Of My Sister’ essay I wrote it makes me proud of myself to know I was that strong to write about such a close topic to me and my family. I always wanted to write the story of my sister but I never had an opportunity to. I always kept quite about the situation I went through because I did not want the sorrow and pity from others. When ever I did tell someone that I have a dead sister, they would respond “ I don’t know what to say other than I'm sorry” it makes me feel awkward because I don’t know if I say thank you or it’s okay? Since I wrote about what happened I decided I’d write about how it is now without her. When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
I know how Esther feels about this, I know that its probably not the same but last year was really hard, I lost a lot of really important people to me, and to top it all off my sister and her husband and my niece were stationed in Pennsylvania, and it was the hardest thing to say goodbye, I can’t imagine how hard it would be for me to not to have said goodbye, considering me and my sister are very close.
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.
Over the next few days, we took it easy. I went back to work. My mom was getting worse as each day went on with a few good days in between, of course. We ended up moving my niece Lexi’s birthday up a few days because we wanted to make sure my mom would be there for it. She, my mom, couldn’t talk as well anymore, but she made the effort to sing for her granddaughter. The day before my niece’s actual birthday, my mom passed away. Her wish had come true, too. She had wanted my dad to be the only one in the room when she went.
“Death is the debt every man must pay”, wrote Euripides. Each day we are reminded about death; a report on the television about starving children in Africa or a suicide bomber in the Middle East. Headline in the newspaper about a murder, suicide or “honor killings”; News of an untimely death from a loved one, friend, co-worker. It seems that death is everywhere. Until this essay was assigned I had never really thought about how death had affected me, or how close I was to that deceased person who had died so suddenly, sometimes without even saying goodbye. Now thinking about it I have actually been around death quite a bit in my short life so far; a long with that I have sat through many sad funerals. How close I was to that person is a whole other story though. Even when it comes to my own family I wasn’t always that close to them when they passed on because they lived in another state, or my parents weren’t very close to them so I wasn’t really ever around them enough to know them or develop an attachment.
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I have never dealt with the aspect of death very well. They say the loss of a loved one is always hard, but you will eventually stop hurting from their loss. It will be two years that you have been gone on October 28, two years that have gone by ever so slowly without your bright smile and shining face. Even though we lived 471.2 miles apart, you always stayed connected. Whether it would be through Facebook saying little things like “hey there beautiful” or “I miss you so much,” or calling my mom every day and never forgetting to take a minute to talk to my sister and I, about the most minute things. Those are the things that I miss the most about you; you never realize that the most simplest of things will do the most talking, until it’s too late.
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.
Imagine the thought of losing everything you have at such a young age, and having to do everything on your own without any help. The thought of losing one’s parents and being put through foster care is a child’s worst nightmare. In the book “Grief Girl” a teenage girl has to endure the pain of losing both of her parents and help take care of her younger brother. Losing a parent is not the only issue children have to deal with, but it is one that is so heartbreaking and overlooked at times. Children can become depressed, suicidal and even lose their appetite, making them become anorexic. Children are faced with choices they never thought they would be faced with, pain they are not use to, and long lasting grief they were not prepared for. The problems that a lot of young children have to face today are beyond horrendous. There are several ways people can help children cope with these issues without stepping over their boundaries. In order for that to happen friends and family have to get down on their level and show sympathy and compassion in a way that they understand. Children may run away, crawl into a shell or show that they need open arms and acceptance. Whether it is an infant or a teenager experiencing this loss, pain is always there and in older children it needs to be made aware of so that there is not any further harm done to that person physically or emotionally.
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
I miss her and I’ll miss her always. My aunt, Catherine passed away on Christmas 1997, and it was the biggest chock for my whole family and me. I was living in Syria at that time and my parents flew to Switzerland for the funeral.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
My brother was a strong man we never though he was capable of killing his self. My brother left behind a wife and three children. Our family has never seen to be the same since my brother took his life. My mom grieves every day to herself. My mom never told me she was grieving, one day I had a talk with her and she told me she cries every day. I had my mom to go talk to her doctor. My brother children still have a difficult time because they miss my brother. Losing my brother due to death at an early age is a big heartbreak for the whole family. I miss my brother. Me and my brother is my mom only children. My mom and I are close, but when my brother died, my mom makes sure she tells me she loves me every time we depart on the phone or when we depart from one another. According to Ross Eshleman and Richard A. Bulcroft the Twelfth Edition “death is an inescapable event, one that will occur within all family and kin networks. Certainly, the loss of those one loves most intensely- parent, spouse, child, or other family member-causes tremendous pain.” My family is a good support system for me and my mom. My mother has four sisters that help her get through this major life event. My mother has a sister that has lost a son at an early age also. My aunt lost her son about six years ago, he got shot at college the week he was about to graduate. My aunt that lost her child and my mom talk on a daily basis. I think that this is how they deal with their lost by talking everyday knowing that they have experienced the same major event in their life. www.hepguide.org “The death of a love is one of life’s most difficult experiences. The bereaved struggle with many intense and frightening emotions, including depression, anger, and guilt. Often, he or she feels isolated and alone in his or her grief, but having someone to lean on can help him or her through the grieving process. “I feel emotions,
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.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
My eyes were deteriorating fast since I started using Tumblr. Driving to school past the park I came to terms it was autumn my favourite season: Trees almost naked with every branch bare, hearing the sound of rustling when people stomping through a crowd of crunchy leaves, though when the wind breathes it accelerates a leafy tornado swirling in a circular motion, smelling a fresh batch of rain from minutes ago and seeing the glistening as the biggest star made I admired. I use to walk to school every morning before my mum left us. Dropping Kaylee off at school I took a right turn where Jessica insisted to meet by the cascade fountain. I parked and by squinting my eyes I could already see she was dressed impressively kooky today. A jacket duplicating the print of a burgundy floral couch, vintage purple satin blouse with J’s scattered all over in different colours, an eagle bolo tie, the stripy snazzy saffron skirt, suede slip on shoes and to compliment her rouge knitting glasses someone had gifted. She ran to me.