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. Gran, as I frequently called her, stood at five feet seven inches tall. She was an elderly woman in her mid-50s that enjoyed living life and helping others in any way possible, whether it is at the market selling produce, donating to a charity for the less fortunate, or participating in walk-a-thons. On the verge of going into her sixties, her behavior protruded was one of a woman in her early thirties. Dressed in a tight, knee-high khaki pants, a black V-cut top, and a black sandals, with her hand held on her hip saying, “I might be old in age, but I am young and strong at heart darling” as she responded to my comment, in my dialect, “Yuh feel you too young.” This brought much humor to the room. The joyou... ... middle of paper ... ... others in the B category. It has been two months since I got the terrible news. Indeed, there was no Gran amongst the crowd full of proud supporters of the graduates but her aura was still in me. She changed my outlook on life. My journey of secondary school education ended. It was time to say goodbye to all my classmates and teachers and most important my Grandmother. I have said goodbye to the past, and now hello to the new journey, the new me, the new beginning. As a University student now looking back on the past, all the trials and hardships, my grandmother passing was not all dreadful. In fact, this dreadful event actually opened up my eyes for me to reach my highest peak. It has taught me to be strong and proactive. In addition, it taught me that I should get all I can while I am alive and do not take anything, such as education, for granted.
When my grandmother was told that she had breast cancer first time, she decided to cure it with non-Western healing method. She went to a sort of temple that heal and improve one's body condition from detoxing and changing one's diet. At the temple, she had taken enzyme sand bath twice a day, had fasted for a week or more, and had eaten healthy addictive free food. The people at the temple said that cancer or any kind of sickness would come from what we consume in daily life. Therefore, they tried to cure health problems from changing one's diet and consequently improve one's potential body condition. Actually, from this treatment, my grandmother's cancer went away. However, after a couple years from that, she started eating unhealthy again,
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.
Being surrounded by death forced me to accept the finite nature of life, a concept I had never quite grasped until I was actually forced to acknowledge it. Realizing that I too, could leave without a moment’s notice, I decided to take full advantage of my life. I was in a position not many people are fortunate enough to be in. I lived in a middle class family in a first world country where I am able to acquire education to better my life. I learned to appreciate that I
In the process of reading chapter two, I immediately thought back two years ago. I had the worst Stressor. I've had in my only 16 years of living. My great grandmother, who I lived with along with my mother, my whole life. She passed from stomach cancer. September 14 2013, I remember getting out of the shower with a smile on my face, and my grandmother casually walking in and said "Granny died at 2:34 this morning. I'm going to Chicago and I'll come back the day before the funeral. " My family works in the funeral industry but we do not own a funeral home and we have never buried such a close family member of ours. With my Step father and my mother losing their minds, and my little sister not knowing how to process this and my aunt just down right disappearing, I had to handle this. I was 14 at the time and I was calling on older friends to take me to the bank, finishing arrangements, picking clothes, doing the memorial video and the catering because none of my family offered to cook. I was panicking and literally running from place to place because I was trying to get things done. I was eating more and sleeping less, and from
I got the phone call last night. A phone call that I had not expected. It was Grandpa. His voice sounded grim.
Losing a loved one is one of the most challenging situations a person can face in life. Losing a loved one is not just about death, a person can go through a break up and it still be consider losing a loved one. No matter how it feels or who the loved one was the pain is still there. In my case losing a loved one was when my brother died, in the story Removal of the Cherokee Chief John Ross’s wife dies, and in Christmas Eve on Lonesome when Buck’s female friend finds a new love.
She always insisted on helping people of any age. If people asked to donate money to an orphanage or children's hospital she would always say yes. She always donated her clothes to the thrift shop for people that were less fortunate and needed the clothes. My grandma always told me that you will shine more when giving and helping people more than you will being on a famous sports team. That has taught me that helping somebody is helping yourself, it make you feel better inside because you know that you just helped somebody that needed it. One day me and my mom were walking into the grocery store when an elderly lady came out and drop her receipt a lot people walked right past her even though she had a walker and couldn’t pick it up, I walked up to her even though she didn’t ask for help and picked up her receipt and gave it to her. She looked at me and said “ this world needs more people in it like you.” she thank you with a big simile on her face and walked away. This is still with me today and will be with me throughout the years that are coming that helping somebody is actually helping
As I walked into Somerset Health and Rehab center on the 20th of September in Somerset Ohio, more than one feeling came over me. A feeling of being apprehensive, timidness and joyful, hit me like a truck. I was apprehensive and timid not only because I was completely out of my element but I had never been surrounded by so many elderly people at once. I did not want to bump into any of the old “feeble” people, nor did I really know how to act around them. Some of the elders sat around with grim,sad and disgusted looks on their faces also sparking which would be my timidness. On the other hand, a sense of joyfulness could not help but come across me either.
My grandpa’s death was hard to overcome. It happened about 2 months ago it was the end of November that he passed away. We visited him every day that we could. The week before his death was hard because he couldn't talk and he couldn't move. It also got so bad that days before his death he could open his eyes. We spent hours and hours at quiet oaks hospice.
I believe everything happens for a reason and people have to find the good in the bad. When my great-grandmother died it was really hard on my family. She was a very important woman to us all. She was very kind and sweet and would help whoever she could. When she died it traumatized my family a bit. She was very special to us, but we pulled through it, and we knew she wouldn’t be suffering anymore.
Today, as we graduate, with degree nearly in hand, I challenge each of you to make a difference in whatever you do. Remember that life didn't end when we re-entered school. Life continued throughout our program. Even when stretched to the limit, life only got more challenging. And now, graduating, life only changes pace. Our degree completion is not really an ending as much as a new beginning as we re-enter our lives of work and home. We thank all of our family, friends, instructors and co-workers who helped see us through this process. Thank you for this opportunity and good luck to you all.
Ever since I was young my family got together around christmas time and have food and cheers at my grandmas. The excitement that lit up on my face when I walked into my grandma's front door smelled the delicious cheesy potatoes and looked at the 12 foot, rainbow colored Christmas tree and the various color of presents under the tree waiting to be ripped open by my 8 cousins, brother and me. Whenever I came into my grandma’s house I turned left into the living room, then past the kitchen to the family room where we ate dinner, watch sports and did all of our family activities. I step into the family and my uncle kevin is sitting there watching sports so I say “what’s going on Uncle Kevin?” he has a subtle frown on his face and I notice expecting something bad my Uncle says “Your Aunt Heather is in the hospital,” I get the most curiously surprised reaction really not expecting this around the time of the year, my mom steps into the conversation after eavesdropping on my Uncle and I’s conversation and immediately questions “Oh my goodness what happened?” My uncle continues by explaining that my aunt fell down the stairs and her hip was fractured, being only 9 years old the time it was unbelievable to me that someone didn’t make it to our family event, especially christmas eve.
Loving, friendly, and capable describe my Grandma perfectly. My Grandma is 65 years old. She grew up in New Bremen but now lives in Celina. She has four boys Greg, Alan, Eric, and Ben. My Grandma is special to me because she is loving, friendly, and capable.
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.
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.