I decided to do my field project on my grandfathers funeral. My grandfather was a Vietnam veteran and a marine for twenty years. My grandfather and my nana were married for a very long time. They have a full family and as you walk through their house, you see that they did a lot of fun things. MY grandfather was married before my nana to a woman from Vietnam. He often told us that he loved her deeply, but that she would not move to the United States back then. He met my nana a year later because he posted a news paper add looking for someone to watch his favorite television show. We always joked them and called in their modern day Tinder. When my mother called and told me my grandfather passed away, I feel as if everyone immediately fell …show more content…
In my life, I have met someone who was dishonorably discharged and that person ended up losing a lot of his benefits and the right to a military burial even though he served two tours in Iraq. The military is an institution riddled with rules, regulations and some left over sexism that they still haven't quite pushed past. In the funeral and burial of a military personel, it is unlikely to have a women Marine carry the casket with males. It is unusual for women to shoot the guns during the solute and I have never witnessed a women sergeant lead the flag folding. In my grandfathers case, there were two African American women who helped carry the casket to the burial plot, however only men were carrying it from the church service. I found this to be intriquing because obviously the women were strong enough to carry the casket once, they could have been in the position to do it twice. In our class readings we were introduced to the idea of being sociologically mindful. If we, as educated people want to be sociologically mindful, we have to question why a women is not allowed to carry the casket from the church, but a women is allowed to carry it when you're in a grave yard. Does this have something to do with religion or is this a military …show more content…
In my life, my mothers brother lives 16 hours away from my nana. My first cousins have only ever been to my nana and grandfathers house a few times. In order for my family to see my aunt and uncle, we fly to Tennessee once a year. This year we could not make it and invited them to make the trip to us, but they declined. As I sat there and saw him take that position, a position that quietly said “I can comfort you”, made me feel uncomfortable. My mother planned the funeral with my nana and has stayed with my nana for days at a time since his death, but was pushed out almost by my uncle when the actual ceremony was
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.
When the city of Los Angeles was a small city of a population of 28,285 the Angelus Rosedale Cemetery was founded as Rose Cemetery in 1884, making it 133 years old. In 1993, a funeral home called Angelus Funeral Home bought the cemetery and renamed it Angelus Rosedale Cemetery. The Rosedale was the first cemetery to service all races and religions. It was also the first to adopt the design scheme of lawn cemetery, along with trees this cemetery has many Mausoleums, and pyramid crypts. In 1887, the cemetery opened its first crematory making it the second crematory in the United States. The first cremation was on June 16, 1887 who was Mrs. Olive A. Bird the wife of an esteemed doctor. By 1913 the cemetery had performed over 2,000 cremations. In the beginning the cemetery was mostly used by LA mayors and other important or rich families but as time went by many different ethnicities and people of all social classes were buried here. Along with civilians this cemetery features a section dedicated to the fallen soldiers of the Civil War. The cemetery is 65 acres spreading through Washington to Venice and from Normandie to Walton Ave.
Although I endured a similar experience, I had a totally different reaction when my father died in 2006. I could not be by his side because of extenuating circumstances, but I was emotionally distraught and concerned with my father’s passing
It is hard for me to believe she’s gone, my primary influence, sustainer, supporter and wisest counselor has left me physically. Mother was such an active participant in this world right to her very last breath. I am so grateful to have been with her on her last day. At his point she was struggling to form words and get them out, but her mind was alert, caring and compassionate. She was still worried about me, a mother to the end.
Entering the chapel, I observed all the familiar and unknown faces around me. After about fifteen minutes of being introduced to people who claimed they remember me, a man who I couldn’t identify began to talk. Throughout the rest of the ceremony, different people read their encomiums in which they had written about my grandfather. It was odd. For the duration of the funeral, I felt disconnected. I felt devastated, but in an emotionless, indescribable way. This had been the first funeral I had ever attended. Surrounding me were faces full of devastation and tears racing down from the dozens of luminous eyes. I still felt detached. Why do people cry at funerals? Maybe the person they lost wouldn’t want them to be sad, maybe they would want them to honor this moment and praise the life that they’d lived. After an approximately thirty minute long funeral, we were asked to rise as the pallbearers entered. Before I knew it, I found myself in a line of sorrow, waiting to see my grandfather. The body laying before me was not my grandfather, but rather the body of my grandfather outlined against the velvety interior of the basket. After everyone had their turn, the pallbearers placed a bouquet of orchids on top of the casket. Orchids represent strength and my grandfather was indeed a strong
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
Women have long said that by not recognizing their real service, the military has unfairly held them back. There has been much discussion about discrimination. Yet there is still discrimination on the most basic topic: women and men equality. Although women are achieving the same standards as men and having the same training, the military is holding women back for no reason. In 1994, the Pentagon ruled that women are restrained from artillery, armor, infantry, and many other combat duty, although many females always find themselves in combat.
My grandmother 's death was very sudden and completely caught my whole family off guard because, although she was still very sad my grandpa had passed away a month or so prior, she was, overall, in fairly good health aside from her having Alzheimers. For her funeral, we were all able to attend except my brother, who had just started his first year at NAU literally a few days prior. Although my grandmother 's death was very much more of a shock, it still– at least in my mind– had less of an impact on me than my grandfather 's somewhat expected death earlier that
I have been very fortunate to have known my maternal and paternal grandparents and great-grandparents. We enjoy a close family and always have. Sadly, my first experience with a close death was when my paternal grandma died at the age of sixty-four of colon cancer. I was in the ninth grade when she died and hers’ was the first wake and funeral I had experienced. I remember having nightmares for weeks after the funeral. As I grew older, I lost my
Almost everybody throughout life deals with one situation that involves someone passing away. For example, not having that person around could be very painful misplaced sensation someone is dealing with. In addition, a person is probably trying to figure out how not hit rock bottom. Furthermore, taking
It was the summer of 2012. When my grandpa came to the united states for the first time since 12 years ago. My grandpa came to visit my family & i but also came to visit his brother and sister that he has living over here in the US but he also came to go to disneyland since the last time he came was a long time ago. he also flew in for my birthday so he got here September 2,2012 and my birthday is September 4 . The day he got here to the united states from penjamo guanajuato he got here around 1:30 pm. We offered him food because it was a 3 hour flight and we didn't know if he had anything in his stomach before the flight so we asked him what he would like to eat for lunch and right away he said dennys .from denny's we went home so he can unpack and take the food or candies out of his suitcase so they don't rotten then we finished and we just sat
August 3, 2016 Dear Diary, The worst part of the whole thing was the funeral. Maybe it was seeing her skin so pale when before she had the darkest tan in the school (which was probably a spray tan). Or maybe it was how her hair looked more red then the blonde which must've been the blood. But what it was probably the way the preacher made Zoey sound like an angel, but I know deep down that she deserved to die.
My brother was a strong man we never though he was capable of killing his self. My brother left behind a wife and three children. Our family has never seen to be the same since my brother took his life. My mom grieves every day to herself. My mom never told me she was grieving, one day I had a talk with her and she told me she cries every day. I had my mom to go talk to her doctor. My brother children still have a difficult time because they miss my brother. Losing my brother due to death at an early age is a big heartbreak for the whole family. I miss my brother. Me and my brother is my mom only children. My mom and I are close, but when my brother died, my mom makes sure she tells me she loves me every time we depart on the phone or when we depart from one another. According to Ross Eshleman and Richard A. Bulcroft the Twelfth Edition “death is an inescapable event, one that will occur within all family and kin networks. Certainly, the loss of those one loves most intensely- parent, spouse, child, or other family member-causes tremendous pain.” My family is a good support system for me and my mom. My mother has four sisters that help her get through this major life event. My mother has a sister that has lost a son at an early age also. My aunt lost her son about six years ago, he got shot at college the week he was about to graduate. My aunt that lost her child and my mom talk on a daily basis. I think that this is how they deal with their lost by talking everyday knowing that they have experienced the same major event in their life. www.hepguide.org “The death of a love is one of life’s most difficult experiences. The bereaved struggle with many intense and frightening emotions, including depression, anger, and guilt. Often, he or she feels isolated and alone in his or her grief, but having someone to lean on can help him or her through the grieving process. “I feel emotions,
Write about a funeral you have attended. I and my dad were going on vacation with my sister and her oddball boyfriend like we did every year. And we went camping at Coralville Lake. Brought our boat as well as 9 days worth of belongings and food. We left my widowed grandma with my aunt and her grandson.
Dealing with the grief of a loved one is not an easy task. Only time can heal the pain of someone you’re used to be around is suddenly gone. When my uncle passed it was the first experience with death in which I was old enough to understand. Nobody really close to my family had passed away before, so I was unprepared with the pain and sadness that came with it. I also thought about it but I never really thought of something like this happening to me. I wish I had spent more time with my uncle, but I never thought about it because I never thought he would passing away so quickly. This is always why it is good for every day to show your family how much you love and appreciate them because you never know when their last day on earth is.