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It is never easy on a child when they have to grow up with divorced parents. Family time turns into custody battles. Weekends revolve around being driven from place to place in order to be able to spend time with both parents. The millions of innocent questions focused around learning that children ask in their early years turn into questions of their own self-worth and why things have to be the way they are at home. The love they used to feel when their parents were together turns into despair when they grow apart. My sister and I grew up this way. One of my earliest memories involves trying to shelter my little sister, who could not have even been two at the time, from arguments that our parents had. Another recalls the time when …show more content…
He had suffered from an ischemic stroke. I saw the MRI of his brain and saw that he was brain dead above the brain stem. There was no chance of him coming back. The doctor gathered us all into a smaller private waiting room and told us what was to happen next. As he talked, the doctor mentioned that being eighteen meant that I had to decide legally whether or not to pull my father off of life support. He brought in a consultant to talk with me about the possibility of donating his organs to help save other lives. I couldn’t think straight. Words seemed to mesh together in an incoherent rambling. When I finally pulled it all back together I made the hardest decision of my life. My father was pulled from life support the next morning. I arrived at the hospital at five in the morning to be able to say my last goodbyes. I kissed his forehead and placed the dog tags that he had wanted so badly around his neck. I was assured that they would stay with him to his grave. I decided to donate his organs which later went on to save four stranger’s lives. I never asked to meet them, but they sent us letters thanking us for our …show more content…
It took me some time to deal with his passing. I don’t ask myself those questions anymore, but I have learned so much from it. I learned that life is short, appreciate everything you have before it is gone. I found a quote about a year ago that perfectly describes what it is like. Rose Kennedy said “It has been said, 'time heals all wounds. ' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” I don’t think I’ll ever forget the pain that was caused when I lost my father, but I can’t stay sad forever. I choose to honor his memory by not taking anything for granted anymore, even the littlest of
It is never easy on a child when they have to grow up with divorced parents. Family time turns into custody battles. Weekends revolve around being driven from place to place in order to be able to spend time with both parents. The millions of innocent questions focused around learning that children ask in their early years turn into questions of their own self-worth and why things have to be the way they are at home. The love they used to feel when their parents were together turns into despair when they grow apart. My sister and I grew up this way. One of my earliest memories involves trying to shelter my little sister, who could not have even been two at the time, from arguments that our parents had. Another recalls the time when …show more content…
He had suffered from an ischemic stroke. I saw the MRI of his brain and saw that he was brain dead above the brain stem. There was no chance of him coming back. The doctor gathered us all into a smaller private waiting room and told us what was to happen next. As he talked, the doctor mentioned that being eighteen meant that I had to decide legally whether or not to pull my father off of life support. He brought in a consultant to talk with me about the possibility of donating his organs to help save other lives. I couldn’t think straight. Words seemed to mesh together in an incoherent rambling. When I finally pulled it all back together I made the hardest decision of my life. My father was pulled from life support the next morning. I arrived at the hospital at five in the morning to be able to say my last goodbyes. I kissed his forehead and placed the dog tags that he had wanted so badly around his neck. I was assured that they would stay with him to his grave. I decided to donate his organs which later went on to save four stranger’s lives. I never asked to meet them, but they sent us letters thanking us for our …show more content…
It took me some time to deal with his passing. I don’t ask myself those questions anymore, but I have learned so much from it. I learned that life is short, appreciate everything you have before it is gone. I found a quote about a year ago that perfectly describes what it is like. Rose Kennedy said “It has been said, 'time heals all wounds. ' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” I don’t think I’ll ever forget the pain that was caused when I lost my father, but I can’t stay sad forever. I choose to honor his memory by not taking anything for granted anymore, even the littlest of