Dealing with a loved one dying is something no one wants to experience. The fact that you will never get to see them again is heart breaking. Losing my fifteen year old cousin John Michael was the hardest experience I have ever had to encounter. John Michael was an intelligent, polite, and extremely happy young man. He always had a smile on his face every time I was with him. John would always like to make our family laugh. Spending time with him was entertaining and delightful. Our family will forever be scarred by the tragedy of losing someone so young. It was May 19, 2015 that we found out our sweet John had passed. I’ll never forget. I was at work, Tiny Treasures Daycare, having a good day just playing with the kids at daycare with no care in the world. I got a phone call from my mother, she sounded extremely upset and could hardly
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He answered and all I heard my father say was, “He’s gone Michelle?” The minute my father got off the phone we were all asking him if John was okay. My father looked at my mother, brother and I with teared filled eyes saying, “John is gone.” All I could do was scream in fear of how our entire family would cope. As a family, my father, mother, brother and I went kneel down in our catholic church to pray to God that John would soon be with him. Trying to fall asleep that night was impossible. Waking up knowing we have to go through something our family never imagined we would have to deal with. All John was doing was playing in his backyard. He fell into a drainage ditch that sucked him down into a pipe, drowning him. I’ll never understand why someone so amazing had to go through something so horrible and tragic. We woke up early that morning and drove two hours to meet our family. When we got to my Aunt’s house we all hugged each other and said to each other that we will get through this by the grace of
He answered and all I heard my father say was, “He’s gone Michelle?” The minute my father got off the phone we were all asking him if John was okay. My father looked at my mother, brother and I with teared filled eyes saying, “John is gone.” All I could do was scream in fear of how our entire family would cope. As a family, my father, mother, brother and I went kneel down in our catholic church to pray to God that John would soon be with him. Trying to fall asleep that night was impossible. Waking up knowing we have to go through something our family never imagined we would have to deal with. All John was doing was playing in his backyard. He fell into a drainage ditch that sucked him down into a pipe, drowning him. I’ll never understand why someone so amazing had to go through something so horrible and tragic. We woke up early that morning and drove two hours to meet our family. When we got to my Aunt’s house we all hugged each other and said to each other that we will get through this by the grace of