I am a survivor… I do not know what age or why my father left when I was a child, but I’m sure it was for a good reason for he did not seem to concerned to contact me or spend much bonding time with me (I feel this is the reason why we do not connect in anyway even today). Around the time of my second sisters’ birth it had been transparently clear why he had not contacted me or made time for visitation, he was starting a new family in the state of Pennsylvania without contacting me to say goodbye or even inform me that he was leaving. He was starting this new life of his with his wife Christine; who still remains his wife today. Christine to me has always appeared as a frightening and stern women who did not say much (having known this women
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I was lucky to have the benefit of having older friends at the time whose families did not mind having a guest for dinner, even if it was often. Slowly I noticed my mother’s things disappearing; starting with clothes and other small items; then furniture and electronics, so I knew she was still (more or less) OK. But one person always could always be counted on; my grandmother was always the center of my life the only source of light with in this dark and meaningless existence, for she could always make me happy or smile even when times were at their worst. I would never skip any opportunity I had to visit my grandmother it has always been my escape from the world and the evils that awaited me at home. My mother then had me sent to live with my father (whom I knew very little about) here in Jackson county. I had resented my father as well for abandoning me to start a new family but the resentment for my parents soon faded as I fell into a deep depression. As the years went by I began socializing more and more with my father’s new family and discovered I had very little in common with any of them; they are all loud and angry while I am more calm and collective, it is very rare to have a day go by where one or more people in their household …show more content…
Just as it seemed things were as bad as it could be I was faced with the biggest obstacle possible, my grandmother was diagnosed with type four small cell lung cancer. I was devastated, for I knew I would lose the only person who truly cared or understood. I spent most of my early sophomore year in Columbus taking care of her trying to spend as much time as possible with her, I still remember her smile every time she saw me and how happy she was, it always killed me to leave because I knew she loved me more than anything in the world and every time I would leave she would cry. I always promised her I would be back and every weekend I would come back to see her and so the cycle would start, but soon what I had feared most had happened, her condition grew worse and she did not have much time left. It was December tenth two-thousand thirteen , that is when I had gotten the call, the call I had dreaded all my life, that I was losing my grandmother. I was taken straight from Jackson High School to my grandmother’s home, she had lost all ability to speak along with any sign of consciousness, she had waited for me … as I took her hand , she gave up… her spirit was free. I just shut down … I had lived my worst nightmare, I watched the only person in the world I could say I truly loved and had been loved back parish before my eyes. My world, my
I was lucky to have the benefit of having older friends at the time whose families did not mind having a guest for dinner, even if it was often. Slowly I noticed my mother’s things disappearing; starting with clothes and other small items; then furniture and electronics, so I knew she was still (more or less) OK. But one person always could always be counted on; my grandmother was always the center of my life the only source of light with in this dark and meaningless existence, for she could always make me happy or smile even when times were at their worst. I would never skip any opportunity I had to visit my grandmother it has always been my escape from the world and the evils that awaited me at home. My mother then had me sent to live with my father (whom I knew very little about) here in Jackson county. I had resented my father as well for abandoning me to start a new family but the resentment for my parents soon faded as I fell into a deep depression. As the years went by I began socializing more and more with my father’s new family and discovered I had very little in common with any of them; they are all loud and angry while I am more calm and collective, it is very rare to have a day go by where one or more people in their household …show more content…
Just as it seemed things were as bad as it could be I was faced with the biggest obstacle possible, my grandmother was diagnosed with type four small cell lung cancer. I was devastated, for I knew I would lose the only person who truly cared or understood. I spent most of my early sophomore year in Columbus taking care of her trying to spend as much time as possible with her, I still remember her smile every time she saw me and how happy she was, it always killed me to leave because I knew she loved me more than anything in the world and every time I would leave she would cry. I always promised her I would be back and every weekend I would come back to see her and so the cycle would start, but soon what I had feared most had happened, her condition grew worse and she did not have much time left. It was December tenth two-thousand thirteen , that is when I had gotten the call, the call I had dreaded all my life, that I was losing my grandmother. I was taken straight from Jackson High School to my grandmother’s home, she had lost all ability to speak along with any sign of consciousness, she had waited for me … as I took her hand , she gave up… her spirit was free. I just shut down … I had lived my worst nightmare, I watched the only person in the world I could say I truly loved and had been loved back parish before my eyes. My world, my