Losing someone you watched suffer in their last days on earth doesn’t feel anything like losing a friend that was your age who had their whole life ahead of them, and losing both in less than a 2 month span doesn’t help either.
The year of 2013 wasn’t the best year for me nor any of my classmates. For me it actually started when I was in the seventh grade, my mom received the rights to take care of my ill grandfather (her father). Turns out he was suffering from early age dementia; caused from drinking at an early age which happened to be 12. Although there was no one else to blame it was actually a sad site to see, going from functioning pretty well four or five days out of the week. To not being able to control bowels, nor recognize any of the people you’ve known most of your life, it was truly …show more content…
Through that four year span I can honestly say I helped my mother as much as I could until the day he left us on a Friday at six in the morning. It really didn’t hit me that it’ll be a long time before I ever see him again until the day of the funeral that Monday.
Then again after hearing what I heard on the news on the evening of May 14th a few weeks later I actually reconsidered what I thought about. The exact words from Miya Shay the reporter that evening on channel 13 news were “Good evening we have breaking news, a 15 year old teenager from Cypress Lakes High School was rushed to Texas Children’s hospital by a group of friends after a loaded gun went off in the backseat of the car they were riding in, we have word that he didn’t make it he was pronounced dead on arrival.” I was 15 years old; and I have no idea why I decided to watch the news that evening but for whatever reason I turned
The year of 2013 wasn’t the best year for me nor any of my classmates. For me it actually started when I was in the seventh grade, my mom received the rights to take care of my ill grandfather (her father). Turns out he was suffering from early age dementia; caused from drinking at an early age which happened to be 12. Although there was no one else to blame it was actually a sad site to see, going from functioning pretty well four or five days out of the week. To not being able to control bowels, nor recognize any of the people you’ve known most of your life, it was truly …show more content…
Through that four year span I can honestly say I helped my mother as much as I could until the day he left us on a Friday at six in the morning. It really didn’t hit me that it’ll be a long time before I ever see him again until the day of the funeral that Monday.
Then again after hearing what I heard on the news on the evening of May 14th a few weeks later I actually reconsidered what I thought about. The exact words from Miya Shay the reporter that evening on channel 13 news were “Good evening we have breaking news, a 15 year old teenager from Cypress Lakes High School was rushed to Texas Children’s hospital by a group of friends after a loaded gun went off in the backseat of the car they were riding in, we have word that he didn’t make it he was pronounced dead on arrival.” I was 15 years old; and I have no idea why I decided to watch the news that evening but for whatever reason I turned