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.…
People should recognize and stress the importance for everybody to understand the nature of grief in order to help themselves and others deal with loss. ((Doka, Kenneth J.) There’s many different ways that grief can be experienced, “there is no strict timetable for the duration of grief; while the intensity of the pain may lessen with time, and grieve over the loss of a loved one often lingers for years.” (Doka, Kenneth J.) Grief has many different effects on different people. Some people spend more time and effort working as a way to seek respite from the loss.…
To begin, my experience with grief finally occurred when I lost my great grandmother to an automobile collision. On the day of the accident, I was leaving the gym from cheer practice that evening. When I got into the vehicle to leave, I noticed my phone displaying fifteen missed calls from numerous family members. Automatically, I knew something terrible had happened and my heart rate started increasing drastically. I figured the news was not going to be good and my hypothesis, unfortunately, was correct.…
This paper is written about the stages of grief that I have completed and I am now dealing with. Unfortunately I am still dealing with depression and doubt I will reach the acceptance stage any time soon. Everyone reacts differently to death and employs personal coping mechanisms for grief. (Clay, Rebecca…
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.…
The morning of Saturday November 1st, 2014, I woke up to three hundred text messages and twitter notifications all notifying me that my friend, Dominik Pettey, was killed in a car crash by a drunk driver the previous night. No pain had ever felt so significant, it was crippling, but then instead of pain, I was numbed by the inability to grasp that my friend someone who I just had seen the night before, was gone. I ran the words “Dom is dead” through my head on a loop but could not bring myself to accept it. That week, although I was still here, facing such a tragedy, everything on earth seemed so insignificant, going to class, homework, midterms, everything. I woke up every morning wishing it was just in a bad dream and that noise would never cease because that is when it hit me the most, silence, when I didn't hear Dom’s infectious laugh or when he wasn't telling me that, “I am Kiera Wainer and deserve the best God can give”, which he used to say anytime I was upset, the first time he said those words was the second worst day of my entire life, it was the day my dad left for his new family.…
I believe the reason I was able to transition into acceptance of my loss was because my parents, family, and friends had taken the time to teach and help me understand the process of death (loss). Several years prior to my Dad passing my family prepared me for his eternal departure, I still keep several of the Bible passages we would study and read together Romans 14:8, Ecclesiastes…
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.…
Based on the activity, I scored a 19 which indicates that I am confident in my ability to care for a dying resident. In my 19 years on this earth so far, I have experienced some loss but not as difficult as others might have. For instance, I have witness my dog dying in front of my eyes and I lost my cousin who was the greatest friend I ever had, due to cancer. Personally, I believe I handle both situations quiet well. Although, that does not mean that I did not cry or question “why them?”.…
Grief has been both my downfall and my saving grace. No one knows how to grieve properly or correctly, but the one thing I learned from grieving at a very young age, is that grief is love; specifically, unconditional love. This unconditional love towards someone (or in my case, many people) pours out as a sign of loneliness and yearning just to hold them and hug them one final time. I understand that losing people is a part of life and can’t be avoided, but growing up, I thought my world had turned upside down when I lost the two most important people to me. Three weeks prior to my tenth birthday, my Nana passed away from Alzheimer’s Disease.…
Some people take weeks or even months trying to get over the death of a loved one. We all face obstacles in life, but some obstacles are just more major than others. One of the obstacles I have personally overcome is having a family member pass away, consequently leaving me to accept that they’re not here anymore. Having a close family member pass away…
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.…
There were days where I would cry and other where I would not say a thing. Grieving for a loss was hard as a kid because I did not know why and what grieving was at the…
I do not remember exactly the particular day but all I remember was that it was very humid and the sky was cloudy. It was just a few days before I joined first grade and I had just arrived home from my neighbors. I was utilizing my last few days of freedom and hence was tired and hungry. I had rushed home looking forward to my grandmother’s food and playing time.…