Value Of Moving Away Essay

“I have some bad news…” Those fateful words took me out of a trance it seemed I had been in for well over six months. A time where my focus was not where it should have been, when I deemed a list of inconsequential things to be of higher priority than one very important value that should always be number one – family. Over the last few years, my great grandmother had become very sick, to a point where my grandmother, my sister, and I had moved in with her to take on the responsibility of providing aid to her and caring for her, both physically and emotionally. As a fourteen-year-old, I had considered it at times to be too much of a responsibility, an inconvenience even at some points. This is when I learned one of the most important lessons …show more content…
The main objective of us moving was to keep Mary out of having to be placed in an ALF, which both she and our family dreaded. Therefore, our house became like an individual-centered health center, many precautions and routines had to be taken on to ensure Mary’s health. At this point, she could barely walk and had to be fed and bathed in bed. All of these responsibilities, along with maintaining a functioning household, had become too much for one person to handle – my grandmother. Shortly, I had to step up and help with many tasks, some of which I considered very gross since I, still considering myself to be a young child in certain situations that seemed to benefit from it, had never dealt with those types of situations or environments before. I began to dread having to come home, knowing I’d have to help with some task when all I wanted to do was read or hang out with some friends. I believe that at the time I was still trying to avoid what was actually happening by not having to face it head on. Later on, I would regret not spending every moment I could with my great …show more content…
I still remember the day quite clearly, my sister had come to pick me up after school, which was very unusual. Before she began to speak, I faintly had an idea of what had occurred from the expression on her face, but I still dreaded hearing the words. Then, with the words, “I have some bad news…”, she informed me of our great grandmothers passing, and that we were headed home where our family was gathered to say our final goodbyes. Once in the room, I couldn’t control my emotions anymore and let out a sob as I finally seemed to realize the implications of everything happening. My only thoughts at the time were of great sorrow and regret, that I had not spent more time in her presence and talking to her in the past few months. Why had I been so concerned with such material and inconsequential things over that time when such a momentous incident was occurring? I can still only blame it on avoidance and immaturity, knowing that if I had the chance, I would go back and change a lot of my behavior and actions from those