A few months ago, my grandfather was diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer. My grandfather was and will always continue to be one of the most important people in my life. I find the fact that I was so close to my grandfather eccentric because he was not biologically related to me. He impacted my life in such a positive way in the few 15 years I knew him. The feeling of being completely helpless, overwhelmed my life in such a negative way. Before I was born, my biological grandfather wouldn’t keep in contact with my dad. My actual grandparents were divorced and for reasons being my father would only speak to my grandmother. I never met my biological grandfather. As years after the divorce passed, My grandmother decided to take a trip to New York …show more content…
My whole family rushed to my grandmother's house to be by his side. It was 4:00 am and a part of me told me to spend the night at my grandmother's house. My brother and my mom went home to sleep. My dad and I spent the night at my grandmothers. I remember seeing my dad say his last goodbyes at night. By this time my grandfather was in a coma. My dad said goodbye while my grandfather was sleeping. My father kept on insisting me to say goodbye, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t get the words to come out of my mouth. I slept in my grandmother's room next to my grandfather. I remember waking up in middle of the night to check if he was alive. In one of the times I woke up and he was no longer breathing. He was gone this time, no turning back. I didn’t get to say goodbye and at times I still regret it. If I could have just got the words out of my mouth, he would have known how much I loved him. The funeral was a blur, the only highlight there was was to see my best friend attend. I cried the whole ceremony, I did not care who saw me cry. I believe i let all the feelings out that day. The only person who calmed me down was my best friend. I will never forget running up to her and breaking down in tears when I hugged her. I will always appreciate her for that. Never will I forget her being by my side when I needed her the
I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.
so I hugged him back. He asked me if he could pick me up in the morning. So i said yes and walked inside up to my room, got in my pajamas and went to bed. The next morning I got dressed, I put on a black tink top, a jean jacket, jeans, with boots. I went down stairs and when I got to the bottom I see my Daddy and Georgia (my biological mother, that left after I was born).”
My father choose to be gone from December 13 until December 23 of 2014 that way he could be home for Christmas. Every night my father called and every night my mom and my three little sisters anxiously awaited by the phone in the kitchen along with my grandpa patiently waiting
My mother was my number one supporter then, and still is now. She is always by my side, and there for me. My pawpa is another important family member; he will be there for me, and come get me from across the states if I asked him too. He gives me sound advice, and guides me. I would say the event that impacted my life the most would be having cancer at such an early age.
When my great grandmother passed away, I was about five years old. At her funeral, I discovered that the fully packed room was filled with my relatives most of whom I did not know. I am seventeen years old now and still feel the same way as I did at my great grandmother’s funeral. Whenever I’m with my Dominican family I have to greet them with a hug
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.
Once we got there, we basically just spent a week with my grandmother, then the funeral. I would say that the hardest time I’ve ever cried was during my grandfather’s funeral. That week was one of the most emotional weeks of my life. I also learned a lot about my grandfather. A lot of his relatives like his cousins and siblings were at the funeral.
Grief struck the family when my Grandfather died as my dad described as 'the worst day of my life' despite experiencing past
Me and dad were driving home, dad sobbing into the steering wheel, struggling to get the words out, and me not having any words to say. I felt broken inside. The words we both wanted to say we 're never going to come out. She’s gone. I knew we both wanted to say it, but deep down we didn’t want to believe it.
When my great grandma died I was very sad, but her death brought out all the memories me and my family had with her. Opening Christmas presents, celebrating her 100th birthday, and visiting her at her home. Those were all such great memories. It made me sad to think she was gone, but she made me appreciate the more time I have with my family. Time is
Slowly, he lifted the pillow above my head. ‘This is the end,’ I thought to myself; I didn’t feel sad, or angry. I knew my dad loved me and knew what was best for me. I held my breath as I waited for the end. He breathed out what I thought would be the last words I ever hear, “I love you,” and then he tucks the pillow under my head, and wraps his arms around me.
I had to see him one last time…he told me that it was me the world would be better off without. That was the end of it…I ran out of the room and to the top of the hospital. Father Mike was there. He wanted to know what I was doing. I was supposed to die in that crash…not my parents.
In the fall of 2009, my dad picked me up to take me to his house for the weekend. That morning we drove around to his friend’s houses. He spent time with them and I played with their children. My dad was drinking and became drunk. We started to head to his house when the accident happen.
I will forever be thankful and indebted to her. As Abraham Lincoln once wrote: “All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel
This has helped her overcome so much heartbreak, from losing my dad, my sister, and my brother to her own health issues and through it all her faith has never been shaken. I look at my mother with nothing less than amazement. After my dad had his heart attack and could no longer work my mom never failed to provide for all her children, we didn't have a lot but we always had enough. This made me such a humble and grateful person, and I never take anything I have for granted.