On October 27, 2011 my father had passed away. He died of a heart attack. He was a truck driver for FED-EX Freight. He was getting in his truck but started having chest pains. My father has a history of heart problems and has had a heart attack before. Anyway, he lost control of his balance and fell out of his truck and landed on that pavement. The hard fall caused him to bash his head and knock the stints out of his heart. One of his Co-Workers came running toward him and discovered my father was unconscious. He admittedly called 911. The paramedics came and rushed him to the hospital but, it was too late. They lost him before they arrived. As of today it was the hardest day of my life. At the time I was attending East Central College. I remember getting a call on my way to class. I was completely devastated. Knowing my father and I did not have the best relationship so it was even hard to face. I remember pulling over because I was in no condition to drive. I knew that I had to be there at the hospital shortly because my family was waiting on me to get there so I could view the body. It is bad enough I do not take death all that great. Who doesn’t though?
I go to the hospital and I see my dad’s body and for the first time in a long time I broke down and cried. It takes a lot for me to cry. My stomach not only dropped but, I felt a piece of me leave my soul. I have always wanted a good relationship with him and I was working on it and everything else. We never know why things happen, they just do. Sometimes we do not get the best outcome on why things happen and I can witness that. It’s still hard for me to talk about because I still search for answers why I never was given a chance to build that bond wi...
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...uld be going through emotional cycles for the rest of my life. Knowing he is no longer here and the fact I know longer have a chance to build a relationship with him. It is also hard when the holidays come around and not having him there to enjoy the fun times you have with family. It has all changed. Things just aren’t the same without him here. Then you have the death anniversaries and his birthdays plus your own. I miss when he used to call to wish me a happy birthday. He never forgot. However, last year my step mom did forget and I was heartbroken. My short term effects would be getting through my wedding. I reached the hard parts of it all and I never have to go through it again. It was hard for me because he was not there to walk me down the aisle or dance with me but I came to accepting that. It’s the long term effects I have to deal with forever!
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
James Agee's A Death in the Family is a posthumous novel based on the largely complete manuscript that the author left upon his death in 1955. Agee had been working on the novel for many years, and portions of the work had already appeared in The Partisan Review, The Cambridge Review, The New Yorker, and Harper's Bazaar.
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.
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One summer I awoke to the chirping of my cell phone. I was really confused because I had a bunch of notifications. On a normal day I usually only have a couple. When I checked to see what they were, I discovered that they were all concerning my best friend. They all said “I’m so sorry for what happened.” I got really confused and stumbled down the stairs to talk to my mom. When I saw her, she had tears running down her face and she said “He’s gone.” My emotions hit me like a runaway train and I immediately went into a depression. The grieving process had just started and it was awful. Eventually, I knew it was necessary in order to heal. Grief marks our memories with sadness and pain; however, this way of coping is the essential key to moving on with our lives.
Death isn’t always the enemy. Life that is continued has the ability to change things that weren’t possible before. Premature death is a misfortune but it shows us we are not immortal. I grew up in the small town of Monroe, Louisiana and the oldest of six children. We were always together and enjoyed each others company, especially when it came to sports and competition. Our favorite sports to play were basketball and football, our parents even bought us our own basketball goal. When our parents let us have time to play outside, we would play with neighbors and friends until the street lights came on, which was a signal for our curfew. Some of the best memories I have is with my siblings. I can remember when I was fourteen, my mother finally allowed me to babysit on date night. I was so happy about babysitting because I saw it as real authority over my siblings and I could tell them what to do without a fight. I wanted to be in control, but also wanted to be the cool babysitter, so I decided to have a handstand contest. The rules were whoever can hold the longest handstand could have chocolate cookies before bed, my siblings were excited. Each one of us took turns doing a hand stand but falling quicker than we got up. Then it was my brother’s Said turn, he was the most athletic of the boys and the one I always wanted to beat in a race. He held his hand stand for twenty seconds but when he came down he his feet crashed into my mother’s marble and glass coffee table, shattering the glass. He was unharmed but the table was ruined. When my parents came home, they didn’t notice the table was missing until my younger sister blurted out we broke the table, we were grounded for weeks.
I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me.
My first experience with death occurred when I was around the age of 6. My grandfather on my dad’s side had been diagnosed with lung cancer. I did not know him, he was in India and I had only seen him through pictures my mom had shown me. At that time, I felt nothing, how could I be upset over someone I barely knew? I remember my parents sitting at the table talking about his deteriorating condition. My dad decided to visit India for a month to be with him during his last days. I felt angry, very angry. My dad would be leaving me for a whole month because of that old guy? I mean he brought the lung cancer upon himself maybe he shouldn’t have smoked cigarettes right?
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.
Dealing with the loss of a loved one is a deeply personal struggle. When you’re grieving, decisions about the monument, gravestone or cemetery may seem like they come on pretty quickly. However, it is important to take time and consider where your dearest family member or friend would like his or her final resting place to be. Here are a few options to contemplate while you are processing these complex emotions so you can make the best decision for your loved one with a clear mind. Cemetery Types Where you place the monument of your loved one will say a lot about the life of that special person.
The death of a spouse is an unfortunate incident and nothing we would wish on anyone, not even our enemies. But in the world we live in, it is destined we would all leave this world some time or another. Sometimes people leave early, leaving behind loved ones. loved ones that might find it difficult to manage themselves physically, emotionally and even financially as a result of the pain they feel. Perhaps the person lost made the financial decisions on their behalf.
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.
Once the crying commenced, my mother called me, telling me that my last grandma had gone into the hospital. She 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.
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 made the death of my mother a stressor for me was that besides the fact that I lost my mother, her passing was so sudden; she was alive when I went to bed that night and then she was not when I woke up the next morning. She had been unwell for a really long time, but none of us had ever thought that it was bad enough to take her life. Her death affected every aspect of my life and my family’s life; it forever changed my relationship with my father and it will continue to affect how my family operates for the rest of our lives. If she had not died, then my father would not have remarried and I would not have gotten a stepmother; that is just another aspect that was permanently altered by one event. On top of that, she passed away at home