I just fumbled around with some stuff to pass the time. I despise being alone with adults while their having conversations. Because then you 're stuck there forever and it never seems to end. We eventually went back to my grandmother’s house. Me and mom were supposed to go see Mike and Angie.
With the support of her family she decided that assisted suicide was her only option. This is what differs with the 82 year old patient. He does not want to pursue assisted suicide but rather die a natural death. However, what is similar is the stance of “I want to die on my own terms.” Both decide that they are entitled to their autonomy despite what is perceived as what is in their best interest. Brittany was able to successfully die with dignity in spite of the legal obstacles she faced.
Esperanza was really mournful, but she managed to get it together and help as much as she could. She started helping around the house, but when she figured out that it wasn’t much, she got a job at the fields and even though she had no experience in it she still went ahead and did it. “Mama had been strong for her. Now it was her turn to be strong for Mama. She must show her that she didn’t need to worry anymore.”(p163) Based on this quote, I can tell that she knew she had to be strong and her Mom’s sickness didn’t make her more sad than she already was, it motivated her to be strong for her mom and whatever was coming up.
Through the situations that both Eugenia and Mae Mobley have endured it can be foreshadowed that Mae Mobley will grow up to carry on and expand Eugenia’s legacy. The experiences that Eugenia had are exemplified by Mae Mobley. Eugenia accredits Constantine to raising her and Mae Mobley considers Aibileen to be her real mother (Stockett 336). Mae Mobley is also considered to be lacking in physical beauty, but similarly to Eugenia is made up for in their inner beauty. Constantine’s disappearance was a mystery to Eugenia as Aibileen’s is to Mae Mobley.
In a photo of her mother, Joan Nutzhorn, dated 1927, she captures a quiet, resigned beauty of a woman who seems to have seen so much, yet still has hope in the good of people. A woman with an iron will such as what Lange developed during her teens and twenties would not have been possible without such an example. She found this same sense of quiet strength in one of her most widely used and recognized photos titled Migrant Mother. A photo of a Native American 'Okie ' who had relocated with her six children and extended family to California in the 1930 's was within Lange 's portrait wheelhouse. She felt drawn back to the place where this woman lived with her total of eleven children, all on the verge of starvation and death due to work and food shortages and set about taking a series of photos that led to the final version of Migrant Mother.
"Well actually we 've been driving longer than he said to be honest." I looked at her and she looked at me a little frightened. I saw some cars up ahead parked on the side of the road, but I didn 't pay much mind to them until my dad got a phone call, he glanced at his phone to see who was calling. I looked back at the road not caring about his phone call, and I saw the cars barely two feet from our front bumper. The last thing I did was grab Jayln, scream at the top of my lungs and locked my eyes
In April of 2014, Brittany was told she had 6 months to live. Brittany considered passing away in the care of hospice while in her hometown of San Francisco Bay, but she was in an unbearable amount of pain. Brittany started researching death with dignity and decided it was worth it to uproot her entire family to Oregon, so she wouldn’t have to be in pain. It was required to be a citizen of the state, so Maynard had to make a vast amount of changes. Most families don’t have the time nor flexibility to make all these changes, just to have the right to end your own life.
It was me with my mother, my girlfriend and her sister in one car, the rest of her family went into another separate car which was her mother, brother and sister in law. It was quite a drive, jamming to the music with the volume all the way it could possibly reached. We were having uncontrollable laughs and jokes, making small pit stops for food, it was a great six-hour drive. Finally, we had reached our destination, with so much to do and so little time.The first stop we took was to unload at the hotel and freshen up for a quick lunch with the family. Even though it was not late in the day, we were all still hurried to eat.
Since I have a fear of dying, if he says that it’s not that bad, I would be less scared and it would be more likely for me to have more fun and life and take chances. If he says it’s the opposite, then I would be more fearful and do more safer things. I would also like to know what he was like. My dad doesn’t usually talk about him that much. Another thing I would ask is where he went when he died.
He said he would walk me home as much as I wanted that I was meeting my dad at the dinner, that we always ate at when I was a kid. Instead he walked me to the dinner and said he hoped we could hang out again some time. Around ten o’clock my dad still hadn't made it to the dinner but it was closing time so I walked home. I had texted and called him around twenty times and I haven't heard anything from him. There were two ways to get home one took about an hour the other was about 30 minutes.