I was born to a drug addicted mom. As an infant I would shake so badly that some people thought I was born addicted to drugs too. My dad knew I existed, but wanted nothing to do with me. When I was four months old, I was diagnosed with failure to thrive and was only ounces from my birth weight, which is when DHS decided it was finally time to put me with a new family. My grandparents chose to spare me having to experience going through the foster system. Luckily I had grandparents who were great influences on me, and tried to give me the best life possible. My life was still far from perfect. Growing up, my grandpa and I did a lot of things together. He taught me everything I know from how to read and write to how to throw a softball. My grandpa …show more content…
I woke up at 6:00, took a shower, did my hair, brushed my teeth, ate, and left for school. When I left the house that morning and said goodbye, I did not know that would be the last time I would see my grandpa alive. At about 12:30 that afternoon Mrs. Kapper came into my class and pulled me out. When I got to the office, I saw my sister standing there crying. Instantly I knew that something was …show more content…
When we had reached the stairs that lead up to the school, she told me our grandfather had died. I was in so much shock that I just fell to the ground and sat there sobbing. His death was so unexpected to all of us, but not him. My grandpa had failed to tell us that he was diagnosed with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), which made it very hard for him to get through a normal day without complications. The disease made it hard for him to do everyday things such as breathing and walking. When I got home, my sister and I got sent to the basement while the paramedics brought him down from his room. After they had taken him I went back upstairs and sat on the couch with my grandma crying. Later that night all of my friends from school came over with big posters and cards that they had made me throughout the day. It was nice to have friends and family by my side to help me through my grandpa’s death, but it was still the hardest thing I have ever had to go
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.
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.
Over the next few days, we took it easy. I went back to work. My mom was getting worse as each day went on with a few good days in between, of course. We ended up moving my niece Lexi’s birthday up a few days because we wanted to make sure my mom would be there for it. She, my mom, couldn’t talk as well anymore, but she made the effort to sing for her granddaughter. The day before my niece’s actual birthday, my mom passed away. Her wish had come true, too. She had wanted my dad to be the only one in the room when she went.
As a University student now looking back on the past, all the trials and hardships, my grandmother passing was not all dreadful. In fact, this dreadful event actually opened up my eyes for me to reach my highest peak. It has taught me to be strong and proactive. In addition, it taught me that I should get all I can while I am alive and do not take anything, such as education, for granted.
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.
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...
When growing up I was fortunate enough to have my great-grandparents on my moms side. My great-grandparents are everything to me. I spent most of my childhood at their house on the farm. Our days would be filled with excitement even if everything we planned went wrong. I spent everyday either baking a cake with my Nana or riding the tractor with my Pawpaw.
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.
Growing up with such admirable as my grandmother, I was able to develop many of her qualities. Not only did I develop her eagerness to learn but to also grasp that idea and put it into use in the real world. Everything in my grandmother is special: the way she dresses, the way she speaks, the way she behaves, the way she moves, etc. Sometimes, I just think that it could be great if I could at least be half of what she is.
They say grandparents, are the two most favorite people in the world to children. Grandparents are the main characters of your childhood, they are the ones that leave you with the most beautiful memories of your life. Some grandparent’s teach you a very valuable lesson of life, they teach you respect, hard work, family values, and unlimited love. They show you their love in many ways, they say I love you in words as well as actions. Grandparents are the ones that sometimes get you out of trouble and guide you to the correct path. They show you trust, a trust that cannot never be broken.
... day he died, he taught me a valuable lesson. If we love someone, we should tell the person often. I sometimes wonder if he knew just how much we loved him. All I have left are the memories we shared and the lessons he taught me, but they are good memories, and they are exceptional lessons. My grandfather was an astonishing man.
My grandpa had many hobbies over the years, but none as big as him and his ultralight planes. My grandpa has an obsession with flying. My grandpa also taught me how to drive. When I was only 14 he took me to the farm in his Ram 1500 and he let me drive around the property just to learn how to drive.
... members I found a way out of the sadness and focused on the happiness of how my uncle did not have to suffer anymore and that he was finally pain free from everything. My uncle was a very loving man and although he did not have much, he always found a way to give everyone a gift on their birthday and Christmas. Although he will be missed greatly I know he is always with me and my family in everywhere we go and in everything we do. I know thinking about death is a scary thing, but the truth is that it happens every day of our lives. The only thing that matters is how you choose to spend the time while you still have it. You should never let a minute go to waste because tomorrow is never promised and you want to cherish every moment while you have it. I will never forget my uncle and all he stood for he was a great loving man who will always be missed greatly.
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...