“Ring, Ring, Ring” the phone went off as I ran downstairs; “Who is it?”, and just like that I found out she was gone. Thanksgiving was always the best holiday to celebrate with my family. The food was delicious, and so many people came over that I didn’t even know were my relatives. We would all gather around the dining table, and sit in our seat. We all had our own seat. My seat was always right near nanas. Before eating we would all go around and say what we were thankful for, and after dinner we would sit in the living room and watch a movie as a family. However one thanksgiving was different. The room was quiet, the seat next to me was empty, there was no movie to watch after dinner, and that day no one had anything to be thankful for. …show more content…
“What do you mean?” I said back. “She’s getting old sweetie”, I knew what that meant. When someone says they're getting old it usually means they have little time left, and when I say little time left I mean they're going to die. One night we went to the hospital to visit her. Chills ran up my back as we walked in, my face was red, my hands were freezing, I dreaded hospitals. Every time I went to hospitals nothing good ever happened. She was lying on her bed so pale and cold, she couldn’t even talk. I grabbed her hand and smiled, and whispered “everything will be okay”. We stay there till about 8 o’clock. I ran upstairs, brushed my teeth, threw my pjs on, and jumped in bed. I didn’t want to fall asleep. I thought, what if I wake up and she’s gone, I wake up and nanas gone. I glanced at the clock, turned off the lights, pulled up of covers, and slowly my eyes closed. “Ring, Ring, Ring” the phone went off I ran downstairs “who is it” “the hospital, she’s gone”, my mom …show more content…
We got to the place where her wake was held. It was dark out. I looked out the window, people were dressed in all black, lights were hung all over the entrance, and I could hear church bells ringing. I turned over to mom. “Tonight is going to be hard”, she said to me. “I know”, I said. I grabbed my card I made for nana, and I opened the car door and stepped out. I kept my head down, I didn’t want to see anyone. I finally reached the door, it was time to go in. “How are you doing?”, everyone asked me as I got inside. “Good”, I replied even though it wasn’t true. “It will get better, just be strong”, my papa said. “Will it?”, I wasn’t sure it would. I walked over to her open casket, and placed the card on the side of her. She was wearing a dark blue dress, her lipstick was bright pink, her skin was clear and cold, her perfume the one she always wore that smelled like a garden of roses filled the air, and her perfect brown curly hair laid on the fluffy white pillow. “Goodbye”, I silently said to her. That one 7 letter word was the hardest, because once you say it you know they're never coming back. It’s the word That makes them being gone real. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken
The only ones still awake within an hour of Thanksgiving dinner were me and the dog. The dog sat hopefully underneath the table, waiting for the weight of the food to bring the whole mess crashing down to her. I sat on the back porch and watched my family sprawled across the living room like the aftermath of an inquest.
Textbooks in today’s schools still tell the same story that has been handed down from generation to generation. Every year children dress up and put on plays about the famous story of the first Thanksgiving. No one knows the truth though or at least people pretend to not know the embarrassing truth of our “founding fathers.” Textbooks today give the candy coated version of good saintly Englishmen come to a better world and find good neighbors willing to help in their time of need.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.
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.
Thanksgiving is a holiday that began hundreds of years ago. It was a celebration of many different things. One of the most important reasons for the celebration was thankfulness that many of the Pilgrims survived the first year of their new lives in America. Today, however, Thanksgiving seems to have a very different meaning to people. Their main focus is not being thankful for the things they have, but wanting more.
Kinship and family structure is important in everyday life. It helps to regulate behavior and the creation of societal groups. These systems differentiate from each other based on the cultural factors that is present in various groups across the world. One cultural factor is gender. I believe that no matter what the kinship and family structure is, women will, for the majority, always be placed at a lower position than men are.
Thanksgiving is undoubtedly a holiday to celebrate family. It also celebrates many other things, as the name suggests. Thanksgiving is a holiday to give thanks for the things that a person has rather than to wish for more things. Accomplishments and shiny cars are not part of the essence of Thanksgiving, as these do not have the inherent humbleness expected of the holiday. This air of humility and frugality, harkening back to the days of the pilgrims and Native Americans, is probably what lead Ellen Goodman to describe the holiday as a suppressing of individualism. However, the rift between individuality and family that Goodman describes in Thanksgiving is not as deep as she makes it seem, and Thanksgiving Day is hardly the only day of the
The purpose of Thanksgiving in Canada is different from the Americans. But even though the reasons for giving thanks are different, many of the customs are the same. Canadian Thanksgiving was originally started to give thanks to God for a bountiful harvest. This was when there were lots of farmers that grew crops. Now we give thanks for everything we appreciate. Some farming families still give thanks for a good crop.
I wake up to a bitter taste in my mouth, I kick my legs to throw the blanket covering me off the bed. I sit up and look to see what time it is, its seven in the morning. I decide it’s time to get up, I climb out of bed with my legs at a slant so I don’t hit my laptop that’s open on the ground. I’m worn-out but just my luck I have to go to the hospital today. I grab Philip and head down stairs.
During the last moments of my mother’s life she was surrounded by loved ones, as she slowly slipped away into the morning with grace and peace.
The older children got to set the places at the dinner table. Once dinner was placed on the table and everyone was seated, we would go around the table and state things we were thankful for. After dinner and the table was cleared we sat around the table and look at the Sears
She could not understand the fact that it was time for her to go. Her aunt fought cancer for ten years and it took her life away. The shopping days they spent together, the conversations they had were gone. Rhonda thought about all the times they were together holding hands and the regrets that ran through her mind.
but I knew I couldn't. I just sat there wrapped up in my emotions on the verge of tears, unable to speak… bottlenecking. I walked back to my room wondering why I felt this way when I