“Fatima. Before you walk into the house, call me so I can come out and warn you before you come in.”
“Okay, is everything okay?”
“No. Something really bad happened.”
It was rainy on this February day. February 24th to be exact, when Hadia, my older sister, had called me the minute I stepped onto the bus. She had a bit of worry and sadness in her voice. I couldn’t help but think of all the bad things it could’ve been but little did I know that it was worse than anything I could’ve imagined. I spent the entire bus ride, coming up with different situations. “Are we moving? Across the world? Again? Is someone hurt?” By the time I reached my house, I was already a nervous wreck. I pull my phone out to call my sister like she had asked me to
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She left me.”
I hold onto my mom and let the tears fall down my face as I listened to her continue to repeat “She’s gone”. I begin to cry harder and louder, but my cries are muffled by my mom’s arm. I hold on tight and try to say sorry, but I can’t even get to finish my sentence. I try to steady my crying and when I do, I feel thumps. It’s my mother’s heart, hoping to believe that this isn’t reality. I lay there in my mom’s arms, still continuing to let the tears flow down my
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Mom also learned that when she returned, but of course it was much harder for her. It just isn’t good for us, so we mourn and we move on. We don’t forget the ones we lost, we honor them, remember them, and we keep going. So we let ourselves grieve in the way we needed to in order to get through the difficult pain that kept us down. As we started to use this in our lives, we began to cherish the unforgettable moments and try to stay away from the unforgivable regrets we don’t let ourselves forget. I remember all the times I talked to my grandmas in “broken” Urdu and how funny and adorable they both thought it was. I remember all the sweet smiles and warm hugs either one of them gave and I sank in those memories, trying to cry happy tears instead of the sad ones. This was the way I began to feel good again, with happy memories instead of thinking about all the times I could’ve called them on the phone on weekends or how many times I could’ve hugged them while I was there two years ago. I couldn’t fall into that sadness everyday. This was an experience that I needed to learn from, something I needed to grow from. Sure, it wasn’t ideal to lose both grandmas at once and feel twice the pain, but because of that I grew twice as strong. So just know that, you’ll feel so much pain and you will feel terrible but know that you can’t live in that sadness
Many people go through grief at one point in their life but some are more susceptible to having a difficult time dealing with it. Grieving individuals go through their own processes at their own
I’d lived there my whole life, yet somehow looking up to it from the dirt made it seem so much bigger. Scary even. I listened to my mother’s cries out the open window as I picked myself up off the ground. I grabbed my suitcase and turned my back on the only life I’d known. As I walked towards the bus stop, if that’s even where I was going, I thought about what had just happened.
Tears were spilling out of her mother’s eyes and her voice became uneasy and shaken. Her mother was trying to hide her fear and hold back the tears. She gave Sarah a kiss on the top of her sweet head and told her not to worry. Her delicate hands were still clutching onto her mothers
I believe sharing your distresses with the ones you love and trust will create a lasting bond, and will ease the pain of your loss. Even in the face of inevitability, you can gain strength through the support and encouragement of others; instead of feeling guilty and regretting your decisions, you can leave these arduous experiences as a stronger, more empathetic and resilient person. In a sense, as you create new bonds and strengthen them through every experience you share, your own character also becomes more tenacious and prepared for difficult trials
I wanted to run to her and hug her, but I was terrified that I would remind her of Mimi and make her cry again. “Why don’t you go play? I’ll go take care of your mom.” I obediently went to my room to dress my dolls, but when I heard my mother’s quiet sobs I ran to the door. Peaking through the door, I saw my father helping my mother up the stairs and back behind the locked door.
Kelley I learned one of the saddest lessons you could learn in a matter of minutes. I learned that life can end much quicker than expected. When your best friend attempts suicide, and she is hundreds of miles away, you realize that you cannot take life for granted. I could not even be there for her. There were some things that are impossible to stop, no matter how hard you try.
It was cramped and humid, raising a sweat on every member of my family. “Yes honey?” My mother’s calm and soothing voice responded to me, not taking her eyes off of the empty stretch of highway that seemed to go on forever. “Are we there yet?”
We ran away from the crowd. I saw a lot of blood covering the ground and mothers are crying and children are running away too. I left my friends and went to my house. “Mom! are you okay?” I said.
When I saw the flash of my mom 's headlights my body shook with fear and I held in a sob. My mom opened the front door and I ran to her, clinging to her like I did when I was a child. I felt the warmth of her skin against mine and listened for a moment to her heartbeat. “Can we talk about something?” I asked, letting go of my mom.
When my mother's dad passed away from a brain aneurysm it was very hard on her. She was very close with her father, and she loved him very much. She became lost, and slightly out of it for a few weeks it was a sad time ,and tough time for my family we were devastated. When this tragedy occurred in my family my mother flew to new york where he lived for the funeral, and so did the rest of the family. I realized then that no matter how busy the family was, when this happened we came together to console one another.
Without understanding what has happened, you see your mother crying behind you in your father’s arms, and then you hear
When I was little about 4or 5 year ago I had lost the closest uncle in my life. I felt broken inside and wanted to cry my eyes out. I could not believe he was gone out of our lives into a new world, he was a brother an uncle and the world to my family. But as I saw mom by his side crying, I knew that moment I had to push aside my feelings and show my mom I was strong in her eyes. At that moment I knew that I had to be considerate to my mom as she cried because I did not want to show a weaker side of me, but to let her know i’m strong enough not to cry by casting my feelings behind me.
Her passing was a major loss because she was the only person that really loved me she taught me how to cook, we went fishing and we always attended church due to her spiritual beliefs in the lord. Foremost, she taught me how to pray and read the bible. Lastly, we took care of family member’s children and I took care of her in reality and the family member’s children at a young age. She needed me there because she was overweight and had a considerable health issues besides her heart.
There are unlimited ways to express healthy emotion. As everyone experiences this, loss is understood as a natural part of life. However, we can still be overcome by shock and confusion, leading to prolonged periods of sadness or depression. The sadness typically diminishes in intensity as time passes, but grieving is an important process in order to overcome these feelings and continue to embrace the time you had with your loved one.” (Nordal PhD, Katherine APA).
I always knew deep down, that my mum was not going to make it; however, knowing this did not make it any easier. She died on December 4th 2008. I could not come to terms with her death. Not only was I left with many questions but I also felt like I should have spent more time with her.