I never really talk about the affects my father’s motorcycle accident had on me because it hurts to know I went through something like that at such a young age. Where I am now is where I want to stay because it is nothing but progress from where I was then. I may have grown from my father’s motorcycle accident, but also developed a lot of good and bad memories that I would not trade for the world.
My mom and I arrived at my great aunt’s house in Ely, Nevada at around dinnertime. We both decided it was time to get some sleep due to our long drive. My mom had asked me to wake her up if my dad did not call or arrive by midnight. She was obviously very tired from driving and I had slept most of the way anyways. I could tell my mom was very worried about my dad because he was traveling on his Harley Davidson, and the roads were dangerous. My innocent ten-year-old mind did not think anything bad could happen,
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Although I spent a lot of time without my mother I never let go of the love I had for her before the accident and that is why I was able to handle rough situations. I was aware that I was no longer the center of attention and I accepted it almost happily. Looking back though, if I had known what I know now I would have told my younger self that it was okay to demand a little more attention.
What I never managed to realize was that a growing girl needs her mother more than she needs anything else in the world. I spent about two and a half years rejecting the idea that I needed anyone. My mind was made up and I could take care of anything that came my way with no hesitation. I quickly regretted the decision to disregard my mother for who she is and the role she played in my life. Young girls go through a lot, especially during their pre-teen years. When I reached this certain mark in my childhood I did not react as well as I should
This nightmare began on Saturday, October 6, 2012. I sat selling tickets at a baseball tournament while my mother and sister were watching the game taking place. Around five that afternoon as I began to close up the ticket gate my mother was on Facebook and saw a post saying to please pray for my aunt and her family as they were in a horrible accident. She walked away from me to call my dad and find out why he had not called her to let her know. I knew something was wrong
"Where is Paradise?” said my mom to my Aunt Dee. She replied, "She’s in the living room talking to Robert on the phone. As I and my dad’s conversation progressed about putting minutes on my prepaid cellular phone, my aunt came in the living room and said to me, "Your mother wants you to come and lay back down with her.” Baffled, I just simply said OK. I went back to what was called the “Hall of Fame Room" at my grandma’s house where there were pictures of everyone in the family at various ages. My mom and I slept on the floor in that room whenever we visited. For some reason it felt extremely odd for my mom to want me to come and lay down with her. However, I obeyed. As I begin to lie down she said to me “We are going home early today”. I
And it’s all thanks to my mother that I turned out the way I did. I wouldn’t have survived my younger years, both physically and mentally without her unwavering support and love. These situations have taught me more than I would have thought as a child. Even with the absence of a father for virtually all of my life, I would be confident in my abilities to provide everything I could to my children. I know from experience what is missing when there’s no father figure, and I would put my all into giving them everything that was missing from my life.
I’m so proud of my mom for how strong she was through this terrible time. I will never take advantage of having a mother because she could have not been here today. The woman that hit my mom was 28 year old, Tara Matarese, She ended up in jail for driving under a suspended licence. I don’t know where she is today, and she has never tried to contact my mother or my family. . But for my mom, she gained full use of her legs, and her hand, she still has the metal plates in her arms, shoulders, and pelvis, she has some days where she is in a lot of pain, but she pushes through. She has a large scar on her stomach, and another on her arm. She will forever have those marks as terrible reminders of the tragic accident. She stays strong though, and i will always be there for her through the bad days. My mom is a fighter, and i will forever admire her for everything she has been
In early 2015, my father had a stroke that had made one of his fingers
My parents were separated and then divorced when I was young. My mom was always stressed out with the workload that she took on, so there really no surprise to the way she reacted when something tragic happened. In July of 2011 my uncle, my mom's brother, passed away.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
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.
Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. That’s why we call her a mother. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and always will be. She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways. She has helped me grow physically, intellectually, and considerately. She taught me to always love, care, and give back to the people I am grateful for.
The accident made me realize that nothing is for certain and you shouldn’t take anything for granted. I had always viewed riding a school bus has something that wouldn’t put me in danger, after all the drivers are trained professionals, right? What I never considered was the actions of others and how complete strangers can change your life in a bigger and more significant way than some of the people closes to you. I had never really considered dying at a young age because my grandparents lived to be old. After that bus ride home my outlook on life was severely changed and I started to appreciate my parents more an tell them I loved them a lot more often because wasn’t sure if we’d both be around to say it the next time.
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
I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.
It was a scorching, summer day in the middle of August when I was mindlessly playing with my cousins in their rather large, spacious pool. The only thing that mattered to me, an energetic 6 year old, was how much longer I could keep swimming without having to get out to go to the bathroom. We had just started a very intense game of tag whenever my grumpy uncle rushed onto the deck; but this time, he wasn’t grumpy. He was scared, but at the same time very calm. He handed my mom the phone and I could tell she was confused by his gentle attitude. Seconds later, my mom rushed off the deck in tears, running towards her car. The only words she kept yelling was, “Life-flighted! He’s being life-flighted!” I didn’t understand what that meant but I didn’t care. I could feel something was wrong by the way my mom reacted and I just wanted to be with her, but she stormed off. All I heard was the sound of her tires squealing as she pulled out of the drive way and out of my sight.
My Father dying has a profound impact on my perspective on life, and time. In fact it was the first time I considered how much time do I have left? Whereas when my grandfather died it was all about the emotion of the loss. It was also a learning experience in that I never dealt with death before.
Accidents happen all the time whether we know it or not. Some could possibly be avoided and others may not. I was a young girl, who didn’t truly grasp the concept of life and death. Every time I was upset about something, I would think about ending my own life. However, through one horrifying incident, that silly thought of mine completely vanished. Thanks to that specific mishap, the way I perceived life and death has in turn, changed entirely anew.