Several years ago, when I was a brand new nurse’s aide, I had an experience with a dying patient that changed my perspective completely. I was scheduled to be a 1:1 companion with her for a 12 hour shift. The lady had received the news the day before that she most likely not live more than another week or two. And she was very much at peace with this, when talking to throughout my shift I inquired how she could be so calm and collected. She told me that death was just the next step.…
The Loss of a Loved One When my husband’s grandfather passed away, it was one of the saddest moments of our lives. My husband, Chase, is not afraid to express his feelings. That being said we have been together seven years and I have seen him cry only a handful of times, three of them being over a death in the family.…
At first, my brothers and I were in our room. We heard my parents being loud and talking in their room. We went in there and my mom is “why would you do this to me”. Our parents close friends came to our house. They told us to go to the living room yet the wife of my parents friends was staying with us, saying it would be okay.…
When I and Roberto got deported to the border we thought if they got our parents, too but I was confused why it happens. But while in the truck I was just thinking about stuff they could of happened to them. But who arrested me took me to his truck and said they caught me. But while I was there I heard a noise in his radio saying they had to go to the next one…
I remember seeing the reflection of my room through the giant mirror on our hallway wall. My mother was in the bathroom, she was preparing for a night out - she had on the best pair of black leather ankle boots -- yet I nagged her to talk about my dad. I was seven years old when my mom told me the story about death of my father; although, I’ve never gotten the full details until I was sixteen years old. Before that age, I usually created my own scenarios and scenes on how the tragedy happened. After those moments I’d often find myself very unhappy, I would focus my thoughts on a person I care dearly for but know nothing about.…
Statistics are mathematical equations. They are numbers. They mean little to me. Statistically, there is a 000000001% chance that you are the person that will read this essay. And yet, here you are.…
You hear a noise in the room, and when you get up to investigate; there is a man tip-toeing through your living room towards the kids’ room. At this point all you can do is call the police, but by the time you do that it might be too late. You have no idea who this man is or what he is attempting to do. It’s 2016 and in America we’ve encountered many at-home tragedies that could’ve been prevented. One’s worst nightmare is their family being in danger and their ability to do anything about it is out of their reach.…
It was 5 years ago today my parents died in a horrible car crash. I watched it all when I was just 12. My mother was hanging out of the windshield with blood everywhere, and my father was maybe ten feet away from the car. They were pronounced dead at the scene. Dr.Minnick, who did the autopsy, said that they would have lived if their seatbelts were on.…
The death of a loved one is never an easy thing to take in. As you go through the stages of mourning, it seems to get easier to accept it. I have never gone through the stages of mourning. Shedding tears was only a temporary thing that lasted less than a minute. That is because I learned to view death as a beautiful thing at an early age.…
An emergency room nurse from Las Cruces who happened to be in Las Vegas during the mass shooting has shared her story of the night complete strangers came together to help save lives. Rebecca Hobbs, a nurse at Memorial Medical Center, said she’s still shaken up from the tragedy that unfolded last Sunday night in Las Vegas. Hobbs said she booked her flight on a whim last minute Friday night, with no idea that she would spring into action to help save the life of a woman who had been shot. Hobbs said she was was looking forward to touring Las Vegas on a helicopter for the first time Sunday night.…
Losing a pet is something most owners can relate to. As an eight-year-old girl with a tremendous fear of dogs, I did not expect to come home one day and be welcomed by one. I wish I could say that with time I overcame this fear and started to accept him, but I was unable to do so. Before I got the chance to stomach the fact that he existed, he was gone. Although we weren’t close, it was because of him, I experienced death at an early age.…
The death of little sister A significant experience can be defined as something that has happened in the past and is meaningful to an individual because of the impact it had on them. Everyone has a significant experience that is either bad or good in which are dealt with in very different ways. As for me, I have a significant experience that devastated my life. It was on July 16, 2005, I woke up to the voice of my mother crying hysterically in her bedroom. Without hesitation I rushed down the hallway.…
Death is final with no point of return and extremely painful for the ones left behind to grieve. This was especially true for me when I lost my mother. Losing her was one of the most difficulty experiences in my life because I was not prepared for her death. Looking back on the situation, there was nothing for which to prepare; she was only fifty-one years old. I knew her health was not the best; however, the diagnosed health problems were not what killed her.…
I went through a lot, and this was a memorial day for me. This isn’t something that I can forget. People were hurt, killed and abused, for what they believed was true. Some try to forget, but it’s what they have to live with.…
The death of my dog When I was nine, in grade four my dog had to be put down. Woody was part of the family for a long time. My parents bought him as a puppy while they still lived in Petrolia. Growing up, Woody was a very good dog. He was energetic, even tempered, would never hurt anyone, and was loved by all of us.…