I wrote this essay because I wanted to know how my grandma's life influences mine, and I wanted my readers to know that even the differences could become one's inspiration and supports.
I watched as the big fiery ball climbed above everything else. It shot out orangish-red rays from all direction and made the town brighter. As lovely as the morning was I knew that today wouldn't be horrible. I could only watch from down here, the beautiful shining star.
“Your grandma has cancer,” These four words were very difficult to swallow at a young age. Dealing with death so young can be very confusing and difficult to cope with. Not only is losing a family member tragic, but losing a family member who you cared so much about can really take a toll on your life. I know it took a toll on me when I lost my grandmother. It still does till this day.
Disaster strikes when we least expect it and when we’re the least prepared. Life or death situations that leave us wondering “why?”. My own brush with death still puzzles me to this day; why was everything so slow? The car ride was slick in the dead of winter. The winding road looked wet from the previous rain storm, but instead was covered with a thin layer of black ice. The old ford lurched off the road and climbed a hill adjacent to the road, only to roll back down and land roof first into the icy terrain. As I was hanging upside down, dangling by my seatbelt, I could feel blood dripping onto my face. I remember the buzzing in my head, my mom screaming my name, but I couldn’t reply. Everything was in slow motion. The firefighters shining light into my eyes, the ambulance sirens blaring, my dad rushing to us after hearing the news. In Amanda Ripley’s The Unthinkable, she explores why disasters happen and what happens in people's mind during these events. She places these actions on her Survival Arc, which she created through research. You could experience denial, deliberation or the decisive moment during disaster. Our bodies have certain hard-wired physical responses which allows us to all
I was lying in a pool of blood. It was my own. Deep gashes on my face and neck were gurgling. The rhinestone collar I wore did little to protect me. I was becoming faint. In the twilightbetween life and death, I pondered how this had happened. I wanted to turn the clock back, reverse time, and start over. Somehow, as I drifted further away, everything became clear.
But at this point before we move on I should probably tell you a little more about my Grandma Lyanna Barrett. She was my mama’s mama obviously, and she lived up in a place called Mount Harrison, New York. That was where my mama and the rest of her family (whatever’s left of it) are originally from. I had never even met my Grandmother Lyanna, let alone have been up to her place in New York because my mama had ditched her hometown and skinned-out back when she was just eighteen. Yeah, she just grabbed her cigar box of running away money and took off for the
The moonlight shone between the branches, a gentle breeze caused the leaves to dance beautifully. Fallen leaves and twigs crunched under our feet as we ran through the woods. Our giggles echoed through the seemingly endless ocean of trees. He held my hand as he lead me through the calm and peaceful forest, until we finally came across a small little clearing. It seemed to satisfy him, because as soon as we reached it, he turned around and gently pressed his lips against mine. I leaned against the closest tree and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him pull me closer as he snaked his arms around my waist. It was perfect, he was perfect, he was the one. We continued kissing for awhile, until all of a sudden we heard a branch break
Older people tell stories all the time about their childhoods and what it was like back then, but do people really listen? I find myself asking this questions when I think of my own grandparents. It makes me wonder if I really know them or not. My Grandma Shirley is a 77 year old outgoing woman who makes everyone laugh. Born in the 1940’s definitely allowed her to experience many aspects of life that I wasn't able to experience myself. I knew that life was different many decades ago but I didn't realize how different until I asked my grandma about how her family was like growing up, or how it was like interacting with her friends. Other Social changes like going to school and having relationships in those times might be unusual to my generation today but back then it was just everyday things people like my grandma enjoyed doing.
It all happened so quickly. I was just driving into Clermont. And it happened. Another car collided with mine. There I was, realizing the trouble I had gotten in, when all of a sudden I was pained and bleeding. It hurt so very, very horribly. The car was on top of me. On top of me! I don’t even know how that was possible, but it was happening, and it hurt so badly. My ears were ringing, and when they stopped, all I heard was fire. It took a while, but I eventually heard ambulances. I was so shocked and stunned, I couldn’t move. It might have also been the pain. I wanted to shout something, but the doctor ended up giving me that opportunity.
As I feel the wrinkles in my forehead with my hand, I slightly open one corner of my eye, hoping we would be up in the air. To my surprise we were higher up in the air than I imagined us being: I could see the Ohio State football stadium, and just after that the Columbus Crew Stadium. Shortly after, I plug my headphones into the headphone jack, shut my eyes and before I know it we are in Washington D.C.
“Get up. Wake up. We gotta go, we should’a been gone hours ago.” was George’s urgent reply.
These words came at me like a baseball being thrown at me at top speed. I was speechless. For the first time in my life I experienced a death that was unnatural, and unexpected. It wasn’t supposed to happen. My uncle was young, healthy, and had so much to live for and yet he was unfortunate enough to get into a car accident. Death never occurred to me as something I needed to worry about in my family, but I was facing reality at that moment.
When I was 1 year old my mother first described to me about the dangers of hunters. “That they are strange beings, and that don’t care about us at all… That is how your father died” my mother said, as my mother was telling me this a tear fell down my eye, and I felt like I would never feel happiness again. I was 8 months old when it happened. My father was down at the pond about a quarter of a mile away from where we lived. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I was eating some grass near a tree, and all the sudden I hear this loud obnoxious sound that I’ve never heard before. I started running to see what had happened, and my mother yelled out to me, and said “BUCK, come back here, and wait for father to come.” I ran back to
It all started when I was 14. It was a fine morning on December 13 1937, 11 days from my birthday (Chang, I (1997) The Rape of Nanking [kindle version] Retrieved from http://www.guternberg.org). I and my family were eating wontons. Everything was going well until we heard screams down the road. It was just not from one person and I could say it was around 7 or more. My dad ran to the door and peeped through a crack in the door and saw them. He quickly faced us and from his face you could understand he was trying to say run but nothing came out of his mouth. Finally he gestured us to run and we went upstairs.my little sister started crying” What’s happening to us?” Before dad could answer they knocked down the door. Footsteps were approaching us and they were coming closer and closer. The Japanese soldiers saw us and shouted random stuff at us and we did not understand them but it was threatening. My little sister started screaming and the Japanese mercilessly hit her with the butt of the rifle. She fall to the ground and passed out. Nobody moved or spoke because we knew what would happen if we tried. We faced away from seeing my sister being bayoneted. Blood streamed down all the way to our feet.it
I was 15 at the time that I moved out from my mom’s. The environment at her house was very unhealthy at the time. Along with myself, my sister, and great-grandmother also lived with us. My mother and sister would fight and argue daily, I would get home from school and have to do both my sister and I’s chores. This was also along with taking care of my elderly great grandmother that was unable to help herself, and making time to study to do well in school.