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Last Goodbye I was in school when my phone kept vibrating in my pocket and I knew it was my mom. Soon I was called to the office and Jennifer told me that my mom needs me to leave school and come home immediately. So I went back to my class, got my things and said I was leaving for the day. I was very confused as I was driving, when I reached the curves in the road a few miles before my house it just came to my mind that something could be wrong with my great grandma. I shortly arrived at home and my mom told me what was going on and told me that I needed to help her pack clothes and everything else we would need for about a week. I went to my room and my emotions took over and I started to tear up and was very upset that this was happening. …show more content…
My mom made sure that my younger siblings didn 't find out what was going on until we had left the school. I unfortunately had to break the news to some of my younger siblings that were in the car with me at that time. It was difficult to tell them what was going on in a way that would be easy for them to understand. I told them that great grandma was in the hospital and she wouldn 't be with us much longer, so we were going to say our last goodbyes. They were all very confused and couldn 't wait to see her in the hospital. We stopped in grand forks to pick up my older brother who had his own apartment there at the time. After driving for a few hours the weather turned really bad, and there was very low visibility in the cities along with a lot of black ice. I almost lost control a couple of times in the middle of the cities. We made it through the bad weather just fine though and after a couple more hours we were in Rochester, …show more content…
My cousins and I spent most of our time in the room with all the snacks and couches, and just ate and talked about random things. Toward the end of our time there my cousin Brody decided to squeeze a water bottle which in turn blew the cap off and sprayed water all over one of my other cousins Coelee. The water sprayed him all over his nice dress clothes, and we decided to make a joke out of it as we were dapping him dry with napkins, because you dab not rub. It took us a long time to actually get him dry so no parents would find out about this little mishap. Shortly after we went back to Austin for the night. The next morning we got up early so we were ready to go back to Rochester for the funeral at 10:30 am. We had to get there good and early because the family is supposed to be there first. I found my cousins and stood around for a while before it was time to go into the church. My siblings and I got the honor to carry the things to the priest so he could to the blessing. You could hear people weeping all around and even the priest was tearing up, because he is actually a good family friend. Once the service was over we followed my great grandma 's casket out the door and watched as it was loaded into the hearse. Everyone then got into their vehicles and we made
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
... funeral home and prepared to walk her out to her grave. The morticians loaded my aunt into the hearse. Everyone was walking behind the hearse until we reached her plot. My uncles and Dad pulled her out of the vehicle onto the bands for the funeral directors to lower her into the ground. Then the priest for what felt like an hour of words and gave the signal to lower her into the ground. While they were doing that, the priest passed out roses. We all threw the roses onto the burial vault and said our goodbyes and went home. When we got home we reflected on the times we had.
Have you ever had pain inside you for so long and didn’t know how to deal with it, talk about it, or even accept the reality of the situation? Grieving is a personal process that has no time limit, nor one “right” way to do it. (Axelrod) There are 5 stages to grief and loss. The more significance the loss the more intense the grief will be. (Smith and Segal).
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
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
People grow in all sorts of ways such as, bravery, responsibility and confidence. I myself have not yet grown like Sookan has in Sook Nyul Choi's novel Year of Impossible Goodbyes. Sookan grows in many ways throughout the novel Year of Impossible Goodbyes. One of the various ways that Sookan grows is in her bravery. The first sign of bravery for Sookan was when her Grandfather had died. The sign that she was becoming even more brave was when her and Inchun lost their mother at the train station and had to survive on their own. Sookan was the bravest she had ever been when her and Inchun had to cross over the river to get to the border fence.
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.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
My high school years came left, without noticing that I had not even found myself. It was like I had walked through a long hallway and never gave myself one thought. Never really found the person hiding inside of me. It was always about everyone else, what everyone else needed, and what everyone else thought. Never really caring about what I thought, but honestly that 's how I always liked it. During my last days of high school I would see everybody crying and making plans for the summer, but to me it was like it was just another summer and we would come the next year. It hadn 't hit me that, that year was my last year in high school. Senior picnic came, the senior panoramic, prom, senior skip day, and last, but certainly not least, graduation.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
Grief from various losses can underlie the process of recovery from substance abuse disorders. This study identified losses that clients encountered prior to abusing substances, losses that occurred as a result of addiction, and losses that occurred upon entering treatment. Although there are numerous articles that relates to working with people with substance abuse but I have chosen this Article written by … called “prevalence of grief and loss in substance abuse treatment” because I personally feel that grief and losing someone is very closely connected with substance abuse and can be one of the major underlining issue of people involving into drugs and recovering addicts.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
My parents had go to Switzerland the week after for the funeral and the family. We had school going on and my parents decided to leave us with friends and go by their own. I stayed at a very good friend of mine, and my sister at one hers. They left and, where going to stay there at least a week. The time I spent there was really hard. Not only because the most helpful people I could have been with where away but I kept on having flashbacks.
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.
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...