Before my grandmother passed away, I told myself to be strong, not to cry, and try not to feel pain. I didn’t want to feel weak. My mentality was to be strong for my family especially my father and my two younger sisters.
At my grandmother’s rosary, I was keeping my promises that I had made to myself in my head. I hadn’t cried a lot, only a lot of tears here and there. Of course I broke down a little in private, but I brought myself up again because I wanted to be there for my family. I felt that their sadness was more important than mine. That is just the kind of person I am for these situations. I feel like I have to be the controlled one. I was there to hug and comfort my sisters and cry with them a bit when they were crying their eyes out over my peaceful grandmother. A lot of my cousins were there that I hadn’t seen in a long while, so I made sure I was there embracing them as well while they cried for our loss of our grandmother. I was being strong. I was doing fine, but this didn’t work for long. …show more content…
The way my body ended up releasing its stress was through my right hand. My right hand was shaking slightly uncontrollably at the funeral. As my grandmother was going down into the earth, my tears were rolling down my face falling to the earth. I couldn’t take holding in my cries. It was obviously not healthy. My hand was shaking for crying out loud! Next thing I know, I felt my mothers hand on my shoulder and she said in my ear, “You are a stone wall, you are so strong, but it is okay to cry.” “My hand is shaking, mom” I say quivering. My mother cries because she sees the struggle that I am going through. She hugs me, and I start balling in her arms. It was at that moment that an unknown life skill was
At my grandmother’s rosary, I was keeping my promises that I had made to myself in my head. I hadn’t cried a lot, only a lot of tears here and there. Of course I broke down a little in private, but I brought myself up again because I wanted to be there for my family. I felt that their sadness was more important than mine. That is just the kind of person I am for these situations. I feel like I have to be the controlled one. I was there to hug and comfort my sisters and cry with them a bit when they were crying their eyes out over my peaceful grandmother. A lot of my cousins were there that I hadn’t seen in a long while, so I made sure I was there embracing them as well while they cried for our loss of our grandmother. I was being strong. I was doing fine, but this didn’t work for long. …show more content…
The way my body ended up releasing its stress was through my right hand. My right hand was shaking slightly uncontrollably at the funeral. As my grandmother was going down into the earth, my tears were rolling down my face falling to the earth. I couldn’t take holding in my cries. It was obviously not healthy. My hand was shaking for crying out loud! Next thing I know, I felt my mothers hand on my shoulder and she said in my ear, “You are a stone wall, you are so strong, but it is okay to cry.” “My hand is shaking, mom” I say quivering. My mother cries because she sees the struggle that I am going through. She hugs me, and I start balling in her arms. It was at that moment that an unknown life skill was