The day that changed my life was the day my family had seen Jim’s body for the last time. Then I realized even if I do well and protect myself things are still uncontrollable. Also, I cannot protect everyone else around me and neither am I myself invincible. It was that day that I was finally aware of death. Yes, everyone knows that eventually every living thing dies, but I thought however, for some reason this would never happen to me. Now I realize how wrong I was.
Jim, he was like a father to me however he was the actual biological father for two out of my four brothers’. Although he also, raised my brother Joey who had never met his biological dad. Jim was compassionate and kind. He told all sorts of jokes and walked around playing his …show more content…
I remember waking up next to my friend Cory. My phone began to ring and it was my mother who was calling me. I thought nothing of it and answered the phone. We began to talk for a while, then all of a sudden my mother said,” Sara, Jim’s dead.” I immediately blurted out, “What?” She stated the dreadful sentence again and I repeated, “What?” again. I was uneasy as I finally spoke, “What do you mean?” She then, told me “Marla (Jim’s girlfriend) has found him dead this morning.” However in those moments I didn’t really believe it. Jim couldn’t be dead. After that I cannot remember what happened …show more content…
Before cremating him, they wanted to see their father one last time so we did a viewing of the body. Prepping up to the moment was difficult, but for when the moment actually came it was even more difficult than I would ever have imagined. At first, I felt weak because I wouldn’t allow myself to go up to the casket and dare to look inside. Finally after about 10 minutes of refusing, I finally did. I couldn’t control myself and I began to cry. I tried wiping my tears away so no one would notice, but eventually I began to sob. My heart stopped when in that moment I realized the man in the casket was Jim. I felt uneasy, almost as if I would lose my balance so I decided to sit down. I sat down and looked at my brothers who were crying while memorizing their father. Jamie, my eldest brother, looked defeated in the moment as if his life had no purpose, but I knew he was strong. He would move past this. My brother Josh, whose age is the closest to mine, couldn’t stop crying. I knew although he looked extremely upset he could move past this as well. However, when I observed my brother Joey, he looked completely emotionless. He had wiped his face quickly before he noticed I was glancing at him. I immediately looked down. I knew Joey and I didn’t cope the same and I wasn’t sure how he would. I believed in God,but during this whole event I had finally learned Joey hadn’t and I wasn’t sure how he would cope. It was
Jim, he was like a father to me however he was the actual biological father for two out of my four brothers’. Although he also, raised my brother Joey who had never met his biological dad. Jim was compassionate and kind. He told all sorts of jokes and walked around playing his …show more content…
I remember waking up next to my friend Cory. My phone began to ring and it was my mother who was calling me. I thought nothing of it and answered the phone. We began to talk for a while, then all of a sudden my mother said,” Sara, Jim’s dead.” I immediately blurted out, “What?” She stated the dreadful sentence again and I repeated, “What?” again. I was uneasy as I finally spoke, “What do you mean?” She then, told me “Marla (Jim’s girlfriend) has found him dead this morning.” However in those moments I didn’t really believe it. Jim couldn’t be dead. After that I cannot remember what happened …show more content…
Before cremating him, they wanted to see their father one last time so we did a viewing of the body. Prepping up to the moment was difficult, but for when the moment actually came it was even more difficult than I would ever have imagined. At first, I felt weak because I wouldn’t allow myself to go up to the casket and dare to look inside. Finally after about 10 minutes of refusing, I finally did. I couldn’t control myself and I began to cry. I tried wiping my tears away so no one would notice, but eventually I began to sob. My heart stopped when in that moment I realized the man in the casket was Jim. I felt uneasy, almost as if I would lose my balance so I decided to sit down. I sat down and looked at my brothers who were crying while memorizing their father. Jamie, my eldest brother, looked defeated in the moment as if his life had no purpose, but I knew he was strong. He would move past this. My brother Josh, whose age is the closest to mine, couldn’t stop crying. I knew although he looked extremely upset he could move past this as well. However, when I observed my brother Joey, he looked completely emotionless. He had wiped his face quickly before he noticed I was glancing at him. I immediately looked down. I knew Joey and I didn’t cope the same and I wasn’t sure how he would. I believed in God,but during this whole event I had finally learned Joey hadn’t and I wasn’t sure how he would cope. It was