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Losing someone
Losing someone
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Losing someone close to you is one of the hardest things to go through. It can impact someone 's life so much as to leaving the person depressed and not wanting to do anything anymore just out of grief. For example, my uncle passed away not to long ago because of cancer. It really slapped me in the face when I finally realized that he was gone. His death had a great impact on my life. I was at work when I saw Mike, a close family friend, and he was asking me about my uncle and how he was doing when in mid conversation he received a text message from my uncles friend, Jerry. He paused as he read the message, looked up at me with tears in his eyes as he handed me the phone. The text read “I just finished with dans coffin, I’m going to take it in my truck over to the haggertys.” As I read the text message it was as if I had dry swallowed a pill. I clenched my teeth trying to hold back tears that seemed to be trying to burst out without my control. I looked down when I felt Mike pulling me in to hug me. As soon as he did I began to cry uncontrollably. He took me in front of the downstairs office so that I could cry there instead of in front of customers and coworkers. He gave me his phone to call my dad in order to make sure that everything was okay or if I …show more content…
I didn 't have anyone to talk to, my grades went down, and I became quieter than I was before. I got my progress report one day and I had one B, five C’s, one D, and one F. I started thinking to myself, “how would Uncle Dan feel if I told him I had these grades. I sat pondering this thought. Then came to the understanding that he would have been disappointed, I would hate for him to be disappointed in me. I decided to bring my grades up, by the time I got my report card I had A’s and B’s straight across! I felt accomplished, and happy. I remembered his smirk and I promised myself that I would strive to be better than I ever had been before! I would do it all in my uncles
Death and Grieving Imagine that the person you love most in the world dies. How would you cope with the loss? Death and grieving is an agonizing and inevitable part of life. No one is immune from death’s insidious and frigid grip. Individuals vary in their emotional reactions to loss.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Ever since the beginning of time, there has been life and death. In life, one makes many connections, many memories, and many mistakes. Then in death, one leaves it all behind, only being remembered by those one has encountered. However, the death of one's loved one is never easy. When they die, it is as if they took a part of their loved one with them.
I received the call that my brother had overdosed when I was going to a haunted house with a couple of my friends. My mother had not known the severity and told me not to worry. Steven had overdosed in the past so I was not as concerned as I should have been. My friends and I kept on with our festivities and then they dropped me off at my house. There was no one home and I became distressed. When I called my mother she told me to just go to bed and that they would be home soon. I forced myself to sleep. I was in a daze when my mother and father came into my room to tell me that my brother was dead. I don’t know what happened in my brain, but I could not talk and I could not cry. I believe I brushed it off as an awful nightmare. My unconscious demeanor scared my parents so they kept sending people in my room trying to get through to me. I woke up to my best friend hugging me, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke up to my grandma holding my hand with tears flowing down her eyes, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke to my godmother speaking about grief and how I needed to believe that he was gone, and then she left. How was I supposed to believe that my brother was no longer on this earth? I sat there on my bed alone as the idea of my brother dying crept into my mind. My heart began to literally ache. I cried hysterically for hours on hours. It has been a year since he has passed and it doesn’t get any
Losing a child to death is every parent’s worst nightmare. When this tragedy does occur, research has shown that bereaved parents are significantly more likely to develop complicated grief in the wake of a child’s death. Complicated grief can be present in up to 15% of all individuals who are grieving; higher percentages are observed in grieving parents. Manifesting as a prolonging of the acute stage of grief, complicated grief is characterized by deep longing for the deceased; intense and persistent sorrow; preoccupation with or, conversely, avoidance of reminders of the one who died; and shock, anger, and bewilderment at the loss. Treatment for complicated grief is therefore likely to be more difficult than that of ordinary grief or bereavement,
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
Much of the pain of death for the living comes from a sense of loss. It marks an end to all the possibilities both for us and for the departed that might have been realized by a longer life. Overall even though death is a sad thing it is part of the reason I am the person I am today. It has made me realize that I need to develop stronger relationships now so I don’t have any regrets if they had suddenly passed on. I have found out that I can’t make amends for anything after a person is gone.
All of my life, until I was eighteen years old, I didn’t understand the concept of grieving. Grief just hasn’t been something I’ve ever had to experience before. Because of my lack of experience I had no understanding of what grieving felt like. All of his changed for me on July 29th.
I was very excited to make a new step in my life, college. I came with high hopes and aspirations. My hometown is not near Arizona, It is Lake Tahoe, Nevada, so going home for the weekend was simply out of the question. I had a great time for the first month, enjoying freedom. However, I was sitting in my room one night writing a paper with my roommate, and one of my friends from home called me. She said that one of our good friends from high school had just committed suicide earlier that day. I didn’t know how to react to this; I was scared, and confused. Why did he do it? Why didn’t anyone know that he was unhappy? Was he unhappy? I felt regret, thinking I should have been there for him. Once the crying commenced, my mother called me telling me that my last grandma had gone into the hospital. She had collapsed in her apartment and was rushed to the emergency center. I had no idea what to do. I felt like God was just condemning me and attacking me for some reason. I went into this deep depression and I didn’t want anyone to talk to me, if they did, I would simply start crying. I was alone, and no one knew who I was. I was too far away from home to go to my friend’s ceremony.
Losing someone has some of the hardest effects on people and it is only through losing someone that is close to you that you truly understand the full complexity of this Law of life. Recently and quite suddenly my grandma passed away so I am quickly learning the reality behind this law. Psychologically it’s ripping me apart because I know she is not
Every single person has their own individual way of expressing their emotions.When I lose wifi connection or when I check my pockets and I don’t feel my phone I feel like I am going to have an anxiety attack. Little meaningless circumstances cause me to freak out on a regular basis. If everything that is important to me: friends, family is taken away from me, I have no idea what I would do because I need their company, their advice and their presence. It scares me to think that one day I can lose everything that I care for, and I personally don’t think that I can cope with a death of a loved one. Death is a scary thing to think about.
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.
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
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back