Someone I know who has a lot of grit is my Papa Dan. He has worked hard to get where he is in his career and to push through two surgeries. He started off working in the navy. After he retired from the navy he became a nuclear engineer at the power plant in Palo. Now, he is close to retirement at the plant and just does simple things.…
Losing someone so close to you can internally and externally break you. One day you could be having a normal conversation with that one person talking about something exciting that happened in your day and the next day, they are gone. I can relate to this to a tee because I have gone through this with my mom. In my freshman year of high school, she got really sick and had a seizure in her sleep. I was the one that had found her and I was the one that called the ambulance.…
Alex Barraclough Mr.Pfarrer English 101, per 9 22 September 2015 On Friday October 4th 2013 I arrived home from school, my agenda consisted of watching netflix and playing video games, I didn't expect my mother to come to me and say ”Your father committed suicide” I paused in perplexity. At that moment I began to question myself. How can this have happened? How could my my own blood have done such a thing?…
The Day My Dad Died It all happened 7 years ago on July 17, 2009. My dad became sick whenever I was 9 months old e always had to go to the hospital every morning at 8 or 9 for ____A month before he died he went to Dr. Casey, and got some medicine that could affect his kidneys. The doctor didnt even check his kidneys and throughout that month no one told me what was going on with my dad. I went to his house like I normally did, but he wasn’t the same anymore.…
I had never been so far away from my family before, and I instantly missed my grandpa. I talked to him every other night about the Dodgers and Lakers. He gave me advice about school and even girls. One morning, I received a call from my dad, and I immediately knew something was up. He told me that my grandpa was diagnosed with Stage IV pancreatic cancer.…
Growing up with my mom was beyond great my mom always made sure I had everything I needed. I was always dressed in name brand clothes and my hair was always done in the cutest styles. She made sure I went to the best schools. She did everything a good mom was supposed to do. Then I got to the ages of 12,13 and 14 that's when things took a turn for the worst.…
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.…
1. Why did you choose the event you did? I choose the remembered event of my Brother’s death because it is by far the most explicitly vivid image in my mind. I also found that putting my thoughts on paper was some way therapeutic to what I have been carrying around for the last 15 years.…
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 shift under the covers,alone,in eerie silence. I clutch my elbows,looking back at the darkness. He was there when my mother died;and even then,I could hear my mom's cries from the coffin. Suddenly,everything falled down,inch by inch.…
Everyone has a past that tells their own stories. Whether they are good or bad, people still wish they could change one thing to make their personal histories better. For me, losing my father at a young age caused my past of growing up as a child extremely difficult. Although, the actions of my past guided me to a delightful and an appreciative life I have now. Yet, I still wonder what my life would be like if I could go back and change one thing.…
My grandfather was admitted to the Gosnell Memorial Hospice House in Scarborough, Maine on July 29, 2013. I got the phone call from my older sister, Amanda, and I knew something was very wrong the moment I heard her speak. She first asked me how I was doing, and after a reply, her words were like knives stabbing my chest, “Papa has…
One of the most challenging things I have gone through that I am still facing every day, is losing my dad at the age of four and growing up without a father.…
My Fathers illness has equally effected all of my siblings and I significantly. It is most difficult hearing stories from my family members about my father before he became ill and depressed. He was often considered the center of each conversation. It is difficult to type these words about my father considering that the last time my father and I have shared a laugh is beyond my memory. My mom always tells me that I am very similar to my father in terms of his stubbornness and positivity.…