As my body was breaking down knowing my dad could die, nothing felt the same. My mom drove me to the accident in Lynn, MA to my Aunt’s house. I saw my dad laying there next to a Pine tree. The look in his eyes looked devastated they were watery and down, with tears coming down his cheek. I was heartbroken, scared, shaking it was the worst moment in my life.…
I Skyped my cousin in China and she confirmed my grandfather’s death for me, because my father refused to believe it. My grandfather suddenly died because of a heart attack. Finally understanding my father’s grief, I decided to help him. I accompanied him on the long walks in the morning and stayed up with him late at night. Often talking to him about subjects that would cheer him up. Bringing him peanut butter crackers and pestering him to eat more and more and more.…
The day that my grandma passed away is the most vivid day of my life, and its something that will forever be burnt into my memories. I lived the entirety of my childhood with my grandma; after her death, my already ravaged childhood became force and almost non-existent.…
My grandma's condition wasn't anything but hard for me and my family to deal with. Everyday with her was a roller coaster that held many twists and turns and couldn't stay on the track. If you didn't hold on tight, you’d thrown off. You never knew what she would remember each morning that she woke. Some days she would know the date and she was aware of her surroundings, while other days (which weren’t so great), she'd be back in time when her husband was alive and she’d call for him. Then she’d be puzzled as to why he wouldn't call her name back. When my mom would bear her the bad news he has been gone for years, my great grandma turned as silent as a mouse for the remainder of the day, wallowing in her sorrow. Yet, as her memory faded, mine…
I’ve been told the impact of a parent’s passing can carry on for years or forever. I was my mother’s primary care giver for two years. In her last four months, along with hospice, I took care of her full time along with maintaining my full time job. She passed in her home surrounded by me and my other two siblings in January. Just three months later my dad, who was not married to my mom, died unexpectedly in his sleep. I am still in the tender times of grief from my mother’s and father’s deaths. Who would think I could fathom writing about such a sorrowful time in addition to writing about the lessons I learned from my mother’s last months and the graceful way she left this earth. I relive this not only because it is kind of…
I remember that October day so perfectly. I got out of class, called my Aunt Gwen for directions to the hospital he was at, and went on my way. I arrived at the hospital just as my grandpa was slowly making his way down the hallway with his oxygen and with my aunt right by his side. I look at her face and I can tell she is trying to hold back tears. My Uncle Jacky was there too which is my grandpas oldest son. After the doctors we went to Ryan’s restaurant and ate lunch, its where he always ate with my grandma when she had to go to the doctors. Now my grandpa is a big guy and watching him barely eat that day was terribly hard. I could barely look at him for I was trying to hold back all my tears with everything I had. From that day on I knew my grandpa’s life wouldn’t be the same. The doctors said they would be able to cure him, the cancer had spread to his fluids. My grandpa has been doing chemo therapy to just slow the cancer down and sadly he has to come to his last treatment.…
This story has the power to stimulate profound feelings and an intellectual understanding of life and death. Many students have lived with or visited grandparents or have experienced the pain and grief of their grandparents’ dying. Furthermore, through its treatment of the important events in Granny’s life, the story raises the following questions which will interest most young adults:…
I am sorry about your loss of your grandpa, and glad you are doing okay now. I wrote about losing my first car because I never lost an important person in my life. I believe suffering from a family member death is probably the hardest thing to do. The process of ending suffering from someone's death may be a long process. I am glad that your morality includes to make the right decisions to make your grandpa proud. Also, I agree with you, that attachment can be overcome, but this doesn’t mean we have to forget are loved ones. This just means we understand that our loved ones are in better place, and move on with life.…
On August 28th of this year, my grandfather passed away. He was 94 years old and died peacefully in his sleep at his home in the Dominican Republic. Three weeks later, on September 16, his wife and partner for 60 years, my grandmother, passed under similar conditions. While I cannot say for certainty, I believe she died of heartbreak. She was never the same after losing her partner, her best friend and the love of her life. My family and I were informed via telephone the day after their passing because their rural community of San Cristobal is frequently without phone service. I remember both phone calls rather vividly, as my rather had placed both on speaker phone. I remember the heartbreak that I felt, the devastation, the loneliness, but I do not remember anyone asking what date and time either of them passed. Instead, we all cried together and embraced each other. Particularly in the loss of my grandmother, I realize how death can impact a person's soul. My…
On November 28th, I was woken up by my mother and father informing me that my grandma had passed away that morning. Initially, I didn’t feel any sort of emotion. I was stuck in a daze that I couldn’t get out of. Part of me even believed that this was all a dream, and that I was going to wake up with her smiling face still in this…
I had brought my grandma a piece of my birthday cake that was left over from my party the day before, even though I didn’t know she couldn’t eat it because it had way too much sugar in it. I came back the next day to visit my grandma in hospice, and I noticed the cake was still sitting in the same spot I had left it the day before. I asked my mother, and my grandpa why she hadn’t eaten it, and the nurse explained to me that she couldn’t eat anything with that much sugar in it. A couple hours later I lost my loving grandma to such a horrible disease. I now only have memories of her, and can only wish she would be there for me when I graduated high school two years ago, and also to watch all the huge steps that I will take later in my…
My Grandpa walked from Michoacan to Tijuana with his parents at the age of 5 it took him nearly a month to complete the journey. He remembers stopping and sleeping in caves at night and eating whatever his father shot and cooked for them. At this time my great grandma was pregnant with one of my grandpas siblings, which she luckily birthed near Tijuana in a small village and not while walking in barren land. Upon getting to Tijuana my grandpa was put straight to work. He worked in Michoacan from the minute he learned to walk and had could carry or drag a 2 pound log. In Tijuana ,due to his size, he worked operating a large saw because his brother died operating it and he was next in line. My grandpa worked for years and still works at almost 80 years old. He stayed the same throughout his life he never made more than 50 dollars a month. He had his house, his wife, and his kids.…
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 as much about it myself, until I faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my grandfather’s death. I don’t think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. Of course at the time I was only 10 years old and the word death has never even crossed my mind even once. I remember I never really liked or even wanted to spend anytime with my grandfather, all he did was scold and punish me. However, I realize I will never be the same because after learning about his life, I regret not even getting to know him before his unfortunate death, just 5 minutes would’ve been enough.…
In every childhood there are many events that are memorable and influential because memories are a part of life. Without them life would be meaningless because we have no memories to hold on too. My most memorable childhood took place when I was about eight years old. I never imagined how my grandfather’s death would hold the most memorable event in my childhood but somehow it has.…
My grandmother was a nice Portuguese lady. She lived in Portugal until she moved to the States with her nine children From there she lived in New Bedford until the year of 2000.I learned a great deal of Portuguese from her because she didn't speak any English. The Death of my grandmother was so hard for me because she was the first person really close to me to die. Before that I had never been to a funeral or a wake, so it was the first for a lot of things. At the time I was twelve years old, and new to Freetown so it felt like everything was changing in my life.…