It’s amazing how someone’s life can change in the blink of an eye. You could be sitting in your room reading a book and hear that sound. First, if you are like me and your father is a fire fighter, you hear over the scanner that there has been a wreck. Second, sirens, you hear them and you are wondering where they are going and if everyone you know is okay and you just pray that it’s not someone you know and if it is, you pray that it’s not a terrible accident. Third, ringing, you hear your phone ring and it’s an unknown number. You are looking at the phone trying to determine whether you should answer it or not. Trying to figure out if it is someone important or one of those stupid machines that absolutely no one likes getting calls from.
After the fourth ring I pick up my phone, I don’t speak they just start talking. “Peyton Summer?”
As I speak my voice breaks into so many parts that I don’t even know what to do, “This is she.”
As the woman on the other side speaks, I can tell she has sympathy for me, “Dear, I hate to tell you this over the phone, but there has been a terrible accident. Can you come to the Carolinas Medical Center as soon as possible?”
I sat there listening to her as I also heard my heart break into so many pieces I honestly did not know what to feel. After a few seconds I said, “Can you please tell me who has been in an accident?”
I heard her take a deep breath as she said the words I have been dreading since I heard the news over the scanner. “Your mother and father, honey.”
I have never felt so much heart break in my life, “I’ll be there, thank you.” As I get up and put on leggings and of course my lucky UNC Charlotte shirt. It is shocking to me that I am not crying at this moment. As I walk out the ...
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... she actually say that she loves me.
Sitting with my father is torture, and Emmett is sitting in the corner quiet, I mean he drove me so he can’t go anywhere.
At that moment, the doctor walks in. I hate this part; they have no emotion on their face, so you never know if they are going to tell you good or bad news. “We are done with your wife’s surgery. She had minor trauma to the brain, and also she had many things wrong with her stomach. I will explain that further when she wakes up. She is not going to be able to walk while she recovers, she shouldn’t move much, so we are going to keep her for about 2 weeks, just so everyone can get used to what needs to be done. Again, I will explain more when she wakes up and we get you both into a room.” He told us sympathetically, but also with happiness that my mother is alive.
My dad nods and replies, “Thank you Doctor.”
he thinks quick and says;” I told her my father and mother was dead, and the law had bound
It took her a long time to catch her breath,but she finally managed to spit out the words,
I took a deep breath and told myself it wasn’t going to be that bad and I could just use my instincts. As soon as I turned around the woman fainted, but luckily she was still breathing. She woke up about 30 seconds later and she asked what was going on, I tried to explain as much as I could, but I was just as lost as she was. I started asking all the appropriate questions and this time she had the energy to answer
“I love you, I’m going to stay with your father and Nia, she can’t survive out there,” she sadly said.
bursting at the seems when she proclaimed to them that her father hadn’t died! This
know and realized that her husband is still alive, she was very shock, cried and then
Cara: Oh hello. Yes well, I just received some rather bad news. It is about my father. I've lost most of him. He had a major stroke last night and has suffered severe brain damage resulting in amnesia.
“Could you go get your mom?” I cried, “I can’t handle this anymore, we need to go to the hospital.”
“I’m doing alright. I just wanted to inform you that we had to call an ambulance for Betty. We believe she was suffering
It was a chilly morning in August and my phone kept buzzing in my pocket with news I wish I could change. I was sitting in the parking lot with one of my friends, talking, before we had to go to work. I grabbed my phone to figure out why it was going crazy. It was my mother: “Terrie is not doing very well; I wanted you to know. I am sorry; She’s nearing the end.” I broke down into tears while my friend witnessed it.
That night, I watched the news. Her cancer story had been televised for years, so when she finally past, the local news stations began showing clips of her throughout her life as a final memorial.
It was a cold, dark morning when the phone rang. It was boisterously loud and the clock read six o'clock. The deafening noise jolted us again, and there was only one way to make it stop. Chris picked up the phone and in a tired, drowsy voice, answered, "Hello."
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
"Uh I'm pretty sure she was seen at the theater sir. She was uh on her way to work." I couldn't concentrate on my words. My mind was in so many other places. I felt like a mother whose baby just died. His daughter was my best friend for life. I hadn't fully come to terms with the fact that she may be dead. I won't believe it until I see her corpse.
“We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours; I’m afraid I have some bad news your mother had a car accident and unfortunately died…”