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“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said, the heat of my tears leaving behind a dirty path of makeup down the sides of my face. “I can’t see him like that, I -- I can’t go in there.” Through the oceans of tears I had been floating in within the last twenty four hours, I had not yet sunk. I had not yet accepted that this was my new reality; that he was really and truly gone. I could no longer tell myself that this was not real. From this truth I grew wisdom. I finally understood that every person feels pain, but only the strong choose to face it. I sat on a small red, well-worn couch in the grey foyer of the funeral home. “Maybe it’d be best for you to go in there before everyone else does so that you have time to cope away from the crowd,” …show more content…
I started from his soft head full of red hair. He was always proud of how long his hair was that came about mid neck. He would’ve hated the way they had it nicely slicked back. Then my eyes moved down to his lifeless face. This strong man has gone to hell and back, yet it’s the first time I have seen him look anything but happy. His big lips were pulled tight together in a straight line. His curly eyelashes lightly cradled the sad air surrounding him. He was so tiny he looked like just a boy even though he was forty nine. His hands were lightly folded one on top of the other and were already turning grey. I kissed his little red head and was shocked by how cold he was. I wished from the bottom of my heart I could warm him back to …show more content…
Ever since I was taken from my family I have felt unloved and had a difficult time accepting relationships. Because I let the pain of my past get the best of me, I didn’t take full advantage of my Dad while I still had him. I was a horrible daughter. He was an amazing man who deserved better. I hurt him. Maybe if I was a better daughter he wouldn’t have drank his life away. This is all my fault. My guilt slowly began to devour me. About a week ago I found out my birth Mom was suicidal. My Mom is also facing dangerous physical health problems and the doctors aren’t exactly sure what’s wrong with her. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t worry I will lose her. I am now willing to do whatever it takes to make sure I don’t relive the same guilt I did with my dad. The crippling fear of reliving that same pain pushed me to improve my relationships. I learned how to be better at loving and feeling loved. Only the foolish are afraid after they’ve already fallen. And the weak hide from pain. I had to be strong and make sure I didn’t regret what I could’ve
Morbid Funeral Home, Inc. is an accrual basis taxpayer who sells preneed funeral contracts. Customers pay Morbid in advance for goods and services to be provided at the contract beneficiary’s death. Under state law the payments are refundable if the contract purchaser requests them any time until the goods and services are furnished. Morbid, for both financial and tax accounting purposes, includes the payments in income for the year the funeral service is provided. Morbid insists that the amounts it receives under the contracts are customer deposits. The IRS agent insists that the payments are prepaid income that is subject to tax in the year of receipt.
For twelve years I’ve tried to hide my pain and fear from you. I’ve been trying to ignore the horror stories, unknowingly blinding myself from the stories of hope. I’m not as bitter as this story may lead you to think. In fact, I am an adamant believer in the statement (overheard three years ago in the Coffee House): “God has never taken anything away from me that he hasn’t replaced with something better.”
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
Of course, as any other young girl, I didn’t really know what real pain was. I mean the type of pain when losing someone, more specifically, having someone taken away from you. I remember everything like it had just happened this morning. Long story short, I had my dad pulled away from my arms due to immigration issues. I wasn’t easy going through that. I had to go to school with a smile on my face and let no one know what had just happened. Up to this day, I get choked up just thinking about it. It wasn’t easy then, and it's still not easy today. With all the pain going around, I never stopped to realize I wasn’t the only one who had experienced that. As I got older, I became aware that many of my fellow classmates had the same thing done to them, sometimes even worse.
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.
Letting go of past trauma and unresolved pain feels like a weight has been lifted off of your head and heart. Once it’s gone, wisdom, peace and joy will take its place. Utilizing this information offers a structure in which to transform individuals and society which is a reinforcement to challenge and inspire others to move beyond conventional or learned paths of behavior to a greater, truer vision of themselves as they find freedom and personal empowerment.
Mom told me not to let you go and I did anyway. I always wonder how different your life would have been. I hope you can forgive me for that!” However, this is what he had to say about having any regrets from this experience. But, again, he was at no fault. Both of my parents emotions were running high at the time, who’s would not be? Any parent would be freaking out to an extreme level if their baby boy were in the hospital with his life under question. “My thoughts went from panic, is he hurt? How bad is it?” this was my father’s thinking while he sat in the waiting room. This describes his emotional state more than anything – worried, guilty, and frantic out of his mind. This was entirely acceptable, however – I feel like there would not be any other way to
Something that I have learned after overcoming this battle is that life is very unpredictable and it is up to the individual to rise above and choose the right path. This excerpt from the poem “Recovery” by Maya Angelou has given me encouragement and inspiration to move on with my life and become the best person that I can be: “A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I now reft of that confusion, am lifted up and speeding towards the light.” I live by these words everyday because they motivate me to succeed and overcome the impossible.
As a thirteen year old, I became very curious. I knew my parents had their share of issues, but I never understood why. I had lived in Texas my whole life then moved to Chicago, Illinois for my dad’s job when I was nine. Over the three year period of living there, I never saw much of my dad. I knew he loved me,
Until my stepfather’s occasional beers progressed, to becoming an abusive alcoholic mixed with prescription drugs. My mother suffered the most, and as a child, I couldn't do much but watch. I attempted to pull him off, I beat him while he was choking her, but I was much too small. I was only an eight year old girl, so I was tossed across the room like nothing. Soon that became how I felt, I felt like I was nothing.
There are different types of pain, including emotional pain and of course physical pain. Anyone who has ever experienced a break up has felt true sorrow. Unlike most break ups my story isn’t that heartbreaking. Nonetheless, I will never forget the feeling of someone I once loved telling me they didn’t feel the same way anymore. My heart felt like it was shattered, I lost my appetite, and my emotions were crazy. But no one explains how it feels after a break up better than Saddi “The rose and the thorn and sorrow and gladness are linked together.” (Brain quote blog) Certainly, he didn’t mean for this to be a teenage girl’s inspirational break-up quote, but it helped and that is what truly mattered. If we dissected the quote the rose would be the relationship, the thorn is arguments, and sorrow is the official break-up. Now that just leaves one last part of the quote, which is gladness. After, the tears and anger and hardship it will lead us to gladness. We are glad that we had those experiences and we are glad that we moved on. Whenever, I think about that break-up, I feel some pain, but mostly gladness that I at least had the opportunity to feel love and to know the feeling of someone loving me back. The break-up made me stronger, because I have learned to accept that some things are just out of my
“You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only option you have left.” Bob Marley. I never knew that on April, 27th 2011 strength would end up being my only option. In the year leading up to the worst and best day, which I wouldn’t find out until years later, of my life things had taken a drastic turn for imminent destruction. Back in 2009, I began a relationship which came with more consequences than rewards. At that time the woman I was involved with was seriously addicted to heroin and little did I know I would become too. Things got very tough for me but went I got through it I look back now and realize that things happen for a reason, and apparently I had a lesson to learn. They say it’s always darkest before the
I made the choice to ride my bike down a steep hill, as a result I crashed. I was hit so hard on impact my bike pedal went just about half way through my leg. This happened at a bad time as the football season started in two weeks. But because I made the decision to go down that hill I was on crutches for two months and the doctors said I was lucky I did not tear any tendons in my knee or even hit a main artery and bleed out on the spot. I was crushed, I remember telling myself “I will never be able to get back to normal”. But I stayed strong, with the help of my family, friends, and even teachers. When I felt weakest I would always think of how much I took the life around me for granted, everyday things that were now made difficult were the most missed. I never thought I would miss walking, running, playing sports, or even showering. But I did. It was like being trapped in a glass box-stuck, forced to watch the World around me. This taught me the importance of living your life to the fullest, and doing what you love with your time, because you never know how much time you have left to do the things you love. With this I learned to truly enjoy just the simplest things in life, and don't take them for granted because you never know when you could be back in the glass box
“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something. You know, Mother.” I said desperately, letting tears roll down my cheek. Gleam understood this and immediately tried to cheer me up. She came over and...
Growing up in a divorced family was the beginning of the development of my need to be a strong individual. My mother had to work many jobs to support myself and my brother. This left the two of us alone and together most of our childhood. While I know that my brother truly loved me, sometimes a teenage boy does not show a small girl the compassion that she requires. I had to frequently take care of myself while my brother was finding more important things to occupy his time with.