BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP! And then nothing. The monitor projects the sounds of a heart rate going flat. Funny how that is a symbol of our first encounter with the death of a loved one, completely blank with no emotion. People hate change, but when life hits you with the sudden death of a loved one, change is inevitable. My grandmother's sudden death is the most significant change I've ever had to face.
As we walked into the hospital, my stepmother and our pastor approached us. "Your grandmother has had another stroke; the doctors say that there is nothing they can do. Do you want to go see her?" In just two short sentences my whole life changed. I entered the hospital room, and saw was my grandmother, clinging to life in a coma. I felt so overwhelmed
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"She is gone A.J," my brother said. I am entirely blank: I don't know what to think or say. I heard the words loud and clear, but I didn't register them. It took me a few minutes to acknowledge this instant change and start crying; after a few hours, we left the …show more content…
The pastor directed the service and even quoted my speech from the previous day. After the service, the funeral director cleared the room so that only family could spend a few minutes alone with my grandma's body. Everyone said their final goodbyes, and off the cemetery, we went. The atmosphere filled up with lots of emotion; people were crying everywhere, but I had yet to feel the total impact of all this. I began to get mad at myself; why wasn't I crying? After about 45 minutes the time came, the oh so dreadful thing were suppose to look forward to, returning her body to the earth. We Paul bearers put the casket on the lowering device, as everyone gathered in a circle. We watched the coffin get lowered six feet. We said one last goodbye and left the cemetery. On the car ride home, I thought to myself change is inevitable, and this is part of life. I wondered how I was going to get through this since, if I ever needed her help, I could no longer dial her number and
... funeral home and prepared to walk her out to her grave. The morticians loaded my aunt into the hearse. Everyone was walking behind the hearse until we reached her plot. My uncles and Dad pulled her out of the vehicle onto the bands for the funeral directors to lower her into the ground. Then the priest for what felt like an hour of words and gave the signal to lower her into the ground. While they were doing that, the priest passed out roses. We all threw the roses onto the burial vault and said our goodbyes and went home. When we got home we reflected on the times we had.
A moment in time that I hold close to myself is the funeral of my grandmother. It occurred a couple of weeks ago on the Friday of the blood drive. The funeral itself was well done and the homily offered by the priest enlightened us with hope and truth. But when the anti-climatic end of the funeral came my family members and relatives were somberly shedding tears. A sense of disapproval began creeping into my mind. I was completely shocked that I did not feel any sense of sadness or remorse. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to mourn, but there was no source of grief for me to mourn. My grandma had lived a great life and left her imprint on the world. After further contemplation, I realized why I felt the way I felt. My grandmother still
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
while, being as he was rushing to Cooper Hospital to see my mother. At this
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.
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.
My grandmother was lying on her bed with her eyes closed. She was barely breathing and the color from her face was drained. My father suggested that I hold one of her hands, so I took her right hand and held it in mine. I couldn’t help but notice how cold, fragile, and weak her hand was. Most of my closer family members were around me, silently weeping and softly telling my grandmother to stay with us.
There have been many events in my life that have impacted me, but one stood out the most. When I was in fifth grade, I started to notice a change in my everyday life. On a daily basis, I experienced symptoms such as lightheadedness, dizziness, exhaustion, and the feeling of being in a dream, or physically detached from the world. These symptoms did not really affect me much until about sixth grade, in sixth grade it really started to take an impact on my life. It took several visits to the doctor to finally figure out what was going on, but once we found the cause I was able to adjust my lifestyle to prevent it. The whole process was, honestly, traumatic but I can happily say that through it,
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
The funeral took place in a small Presbyterian church in Sheperdstown, WV, a historic old town whose Town Square reflected that of a 18th century western town. A single road drives through all the center of the quaint town with smaller one way roads surrounding the outskirts. Mickie worked at the library right in the center of this little village. It was a shotgun building; the front spread out about 50 feet, while the back extended another 500 feet. On both sides were one way streets, surrounding it in an awkward fashion. Seeing the library makes you think it's some sort of fancy government building or a meeting place for the Masons given the big eye with a starburst behind it right above the door. Two streets back was the church where we gathered. We were overflowing with friends and family, as the building only supported 350 and with my mother's fami...
It was a Sunday morning. We got the call from the convalescent home. I went up with my mother and brother. As I walked in, I remember seeing him in the bed. He just looked so peaceful; it was the best thing that could have happened. Even so, death is terrible no matter what the condition of the person. No one is prepared to accept death no matter what, where or how it happens.
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.
In the car we talked about anything except the day ahead of us, but Stephanie’s absence was still felt in small ways. “Where are the directions to Pete and Steph… Um, I mean Pete’s house?” I asked my sister. Silence was the response. Both of us thinking about how it isn’t Aunt Steph’s house anymore. How Aunt
Hope Cemetery our family gathered to say our last goodbyes to Hailey. The funeral director carried her to the graveside in a little white casket. The casket wasn’t any bigger than a shoe box. In addition to flowers, people brought toys to give a little girl who would never get to play with them. Tears fell down everyone’s faces. Just three days ago I was holding her little hand while I watched her heart beat gently, now I was watching her be buried. No words could fix my hurting heart. Time would be the only cure. The Pastor interrupted my thoughts. “It is hard to express our thoughts at such a time and to understand why this had happened” He explained. He was so right, because I didn’t know what to think or feel because it was all so overwhelming. After the Pastor finished his speech the funeral director lowered Hailey’s casket into the ground where it would remain forever, but Hailey would always remain in our