A family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son, lived in a quaint little cabin shrouded in the thick foliage miles away from civilization. It was a late afternoon. A cool breeze swept over the silent, wooded neighborhood.
Kelly was talking about my mom in the hallway, a few lockers away. I obviously could hear her. My throat started burning as I heard her say the date that mom passed. I was choking down my tears, but I couldn’t hold them anymore. Tears came rushing out as I ran to the bathroom. Of course, I saw one of my old friends in there. She glared at me and skipped out of the restroom. I grabbed a Kleenex
It was a cold February morning and the countdown had finally arrived. I had just signed out with staff duty to start my leave so I could make that road trip from Fort Carson, Colorado to San Antonio, TX. Only thing this trip was no vacation, it was the last visit I will never forget. I was headed to see my sister in law, Vicki who was in the intensive care unit for leukemia. The thoughts and emotions running through my mind had made the drive so difficult for me. I wanted to be in Texas because this was someone I cared deeply about and someone that played an important role in my life.
I had had my hands full making chocolate chip pancakes along with sausage, bacon, eggs, and toast, all while in the middle of mixing a container of frozen concentrated orange juice into a pitcher of water when I heard my mama say, “Oh, dear.” somewhat somberly while she read the local paper. I of course had then asked her, “what?” and she said that it was nothing. My curiosity had been piqued though, so I again asked her, “what?” this time a little more urgently. She than glanced towards me with shifting eyes and said, “You remember that man from the drug store, the man who yelled at me?”
On a normal, hot summer day my friends and I were having an intense pickup soccer game in an enormous backyard. We were having a sleepover, and hanging out just as any normal friends would hang out, and I wasn’t supposed to be picked up until the next day in the afternoon. Knowing that there was a lot of time on our hands we spent some of our time watching movies, and one in particular was Star Wars. “Why’d he have to die!”, one of my friends would say, when he watched Obi Wan Kenobi get sliced with a light saber who was his favorite character in the series. The death came as a shock to me as well, even after watching the whole series countless times and knowing the plot from the heart. But even so the death didn’t mean anything to me. I always thought that it was only natural for death to occur, and that it was a normal thing to deal with in life. This was my sheltered, and inexperienced point of view, and I didn’t realize
It was a cold winter day a few days after my birthday. We were packing stuff into brown boxes and Doritos boxes and some direct t.v boxes because we were moving. I was packing tons of toys in boxes. I was packing stuff in garbage bags and boxes to put in a garage sale.
On September 25, 2015 my life came to a complete stop. My dad had just gotten a call from my grandpa. My uncle had had several heart attacks and was in Iowa City. My parents we bawling in the kitchen trying to get us off to school. At the time they wouldn’t tell us what was happening. I was shipped off to school not knowing what would happen or what was going on. All day I wondered what had happened. Thoughts raced
¨ Bethany! Hurry up! Were hungry! ” If you couldn 't tell, my father, Jeff, was ready to go out to eat. It was a sunny Saturday evening, and my family was going to go to a restaurant for quality family time. I had just gotten out of the shower and I heard my dad’s cell phone ringing. After my father’s phone call had ended, he called me in the living room. I get into the living room, and my dad gives me the horrible news of which my grandmother was fixing to pass away. My grandmother, Margaret, had fought Alzheimer 's for a many years, but she was about to lose her battle. We were expecting her to be leaving us soon, but this phone call threw us all for a loop.
“You’re not going to remain close to everyone you were friends with in grade school,” my mom gently reminded throughout the summer before my freshmen year. But during my freshman year at Notre Dame, I had remained friends with almost all my friends that I had in 8th grade. When I decided to go back to Jackson for my sophomore year, I thought my best friend and I would remain close. I thought that if we could stay close through the turmoils of elementary school, middle school, and not even attending the same school for eighth and ninth grade our friendship could last throughout high school.
In the middle of the night I woke up and at the corner of my room close to the window he was standing there. He pulled his hoodie off as he stared at me pulling out a cigarette and lighted on. “Kevin, I'm here to take care of you.” His head was a skull and as he was talking he inhaled all the smoke in then exhaled it out as the cigarette tip light on. “Look, I don't have time to explain you everything right now. I will explain everything later.” I was confused and scared at the same time thinking who this man was. Well if you can refer to him as a man but what was he was doing here in my room at the middle of the night. The thought of being asleep crossed my mind and wondered whether this was a nightmare. But what happened today at the restroom it was no dream therefore, I’m more
I’m a dog lover. I always have been and always will be. The cats are fine, but what really gets me is a wet slobbery kiss from a playful puppy. Here is my story of loss, love, and Loomis.
As my father called my brother John and I into my parents’ room, I could feel the negative energy as it filled the house with sorrow. My 67 year old grandmother had been in MD Anderson Cancer Center for months, fighting leukemia, a cancer of blood-forming tissues, hindering the body 's ability to fight infection. “Acute Myeloid Leukemia occurs predominantly in the elderly and more than half of the cases are diagnosed in the subjects aged more than 60 years.” She spent an extensive amount of time laying in her hospital bed suffering with modest hopes of survival. We almost certainly knew her last days were approaching. According to Felicetto Ferrara’s article regarding therapeutic approaches for the recovery of leukemia, doctors should focus
It was an early Saturday morning when me and my siblings went with our church to Emerald Point. I was so excited that day to test the skills I learned from swimming lessons. This was going to be one of the funnest days of my life. After weeks of practice i thought for sure i was ready to endure on this adventure. Ten o'clock arrived I hopped of the bus enthusiastic and ran to changing rooms to jump into my bathing suit. The only thing I wanted to do was get into the wave pool, the best water attraction at that park. So excited I jumped into the pool without thinking about consequences and listening to the rules the church gave us. About 15 minutes in I decide to go closer to the waves. One wave came right over me, I thought, "not so bad I thought
My family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting.
During the early months of the new year in 2006, my paternal grandfather died of a streptococcus infection. At that time my sister, brother and I were too young to understand, but we soon began to realize that a part of us was different and missing. Our family did not feel complete without my grandfather’s presence. Members of father’s side of the family were despondent and in a state of utter shock. Eventually with time and grit, they fought the sadness together and life resumed its almost as normal as before. Last summer, my family and I dedicated an entire morning to go and visit his tomb in Alsace, France. His name engraved on a dark slab of granite enable me to see my reflection and remember the personal memories I shared