The next few days were a blur. All of my extended family from New Jersey and South Carolina, immediately packed into their cars and made their way to Michigan. Our house was flooded with over thirty guests. Cars filled the entire block, and stretched into a few of our neighbors driveways. It was a bittersweet reunion. I didn't have much alone time to collect my thoughts, and truly process that what had happened, was real. Denial. "She can't be gone. She's coming back right?". I refused to believe my mother was dead. I simply couldn't accept that she was never coming back. That she would never see me graduate, walk down the aisle, start a family. I'd never hear her voice, or call me Moose (her nickname for me) ever again. During the week of my mom's funeral I was so busy reassuring everyone that I was okay, that I would often forget what even happened. It felt as if time wasn't a factor and my thoughts along with my sanity, seemed to slip away. Nothing felt real. Even now I sometimes feel like it's all unreal. As if I'm writing a story about someone else's life instead of my own. It seemed like a foggy dream that I expected to wake up from, but my nightmare would not end there. I was abruptly heaved back into reality when I stood outside the doors of a funeral home, for my mothers …show more content…
I walked back into the service after circling the building several times. A man in a fitted black suit was about to lock the door as I asked him to let me get one last look before her funeral. As I walked in the darkness engulfed me. Now there was only one single light shining down on my mother and I. I stared down at her face and finally came to terms with the fact that my mom was dead. I tried to convince myself that maybe, just maybe, if I stared at her hard enough then she'll make some type of movement. Then I could prove that she wasn't dead, just asleep. "Please wake up...please." I said to myself
In the short story “Max” by Ron Carlson introduces the main character of the story Max, which is the pet of the Narrator and Cody, who are the owners of the dog. The intelligent , and strong nosed dog doesn’t seem like an well trained dog, but he knows his owner well enough to know how he feels about other people and their presence. Max is know as a crotch dog, a dog that sniffs and poke people’s crotch very swiftly and shapely. It may seem if though the dog isn 't well trained and doesn 't have proper manners, because of the fact that Max will sniff any stranger 's crotch rudely and aggressively. “He can ruin a cocktail party faster than running out of ice”, this isn 't a good and acceptable behavior that a well trained dog would do in this
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
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The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
Experiencing a sudden death of a loved one is one of the most difficult life experiences to endure. Sudden death is a shock, which leads families to grief stricken numbness, sorrow and sadness. A person who loses someone significant in his or her life goes through a process called grief it is the psychological process while bereavement is the actual state of suffering the loss. When we suffer emotionally we experience pain, guilt and anger, emotions are the response of the bereaved. The purpose of this paper is to demonstrate an understanding of bereavement as it pertains to living with a chronic health challenge and reflect this knowledge as it relates to my resource client living with chronic obstruction pulmonary disease (COPD). Using a descriptive review of five articles will reinforce an understanding of the concept and delineate the theoretical components of bereavement. “Everyone who is bereaved experiences grief in their own way, but just as there are specific issues associated with bereavement of sudden death so there are specific issues for particular people” (Royal College of Psychiatrists, 2014). There is neither right nor wrong way for a bereaved survivor to grieve.
In August 2005, at the tender age of 7, I received the most devastating news. I was told by my family that a hurricane was coming to my city, New Orleans, Louisiana. Because of this storm, Hurricane Katrina, I was told that I would most likely have to move away for a long time, meaning the rest of my life. My family and I lost everything, and the hurricane ended up destroying the entire city completely. This was heartbreaking to me for a plethora of reasons, including that I lost loved ones and was separated from the rest of my family at such an early age. This ravaging storm marked the most drastic change of my life.
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.
My freshmen year of high school I was faced with an unexpected tragedy and that was losing my mom. I was so distraught at first and didn’t even imagine myself speaking at her funeral, but as
This event, being the most tragic and devastating event in my life, happened in the middle of
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Death held no fear for me, only hope. Just the single hope that I could see her one last time, hear her speak in her melodious tones and let her laughter surround me and fill me with joy. For in my memory nothing remained of her. The one thing I swore to remember and cherish was gone, her laughter. Suddenly a loud continuous beep fills the empty silent room as I hear frantic doctors and nurses flood in. They can do nothing for me now. As the beeps of my heart grow slower and slower I can feel myself falling into a deep sleep my grief dragging me down into an oblivion of darkness.
There was something uncomfortable about a funeral service on a sunny day. Uncomfortable because the images of a cloudless blue sky and a dead body being lowered into the ground didn’t quite fit together in my mind. Also, it was uncomfortable because I didn’t exactly enjoy wearing black in the beating sun. But alas, I feel it would have been uncouth to wear white to a funeral.
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.
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.