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.…
Drug and alcohol use was a constant in my house. If it was not my real dad, then it was my step-dad. I do not know how personal I am supposed to get in this post, but I can remember countless times where my step-dad would get drunk and would then physically and mentally beat-up both my mother and older brother. I guess you could say that I was lucky that I was never physically abused like they were; however, I was mentally abused by him during his drunken state of mind. When I think about the past, I can still recall one of the worse times when I found my mom laying on the kitchen floor with blood all over her face and her hair on the ground.…
Autobiographies, by definition are personal chronicles depicting the life of an individual, but what about truth? Is it acceptable to enhance reality and interweave a degree of creativity and imagination into the narrative to produce a more interesting and compelling story? These are all essential elements I considered when drafting the narrative. After all this is not my own personal experience.…
One day a mother and her children came in to the hospital and they were all covered in blood what could of happened…… some say that they all went psycho and killed their dad/husband and others say that they were just out killing people for fun. But when they got cleaned up all of them were hurt and the mother crying pointing to the corner and said “keep him away from us hes going to kill us”. The nurse scared she looked at the corners and their was nobody there. The nurse left for 5 minutes and when she came back the mother was dead, the cords were unplugged and then all of a sudden the red code goes off weee weeee it was the children the cords have also been unplugged.…
One morning during the summer before my sophomore year in high school, I woke up in a way that I would never want to be woken up ever again. I was sleeping peacefully and then I felt the hand of someone, on my arm, lightly shaking me to get up. I was very groggy, still half asleep, wondering why they had woken me up. Once I had opened my eyes I saw it was my mom’s boyfriend, and I asked “What do you want?”.…
Once again, I sat with blood, like warm soft velvet, covering in my hands. It felt thick, and it started to become sticky. I stood up, and looked down at my victim. A part of me always feels sorry for the last expression on their face. I closed their mouth and shut their eyes.…
The funeral was just as gloomy as the weather, but I can not worry now I need to get my son home. It is time that I just face the facts, my husband, Adam's father is gone. Being here only made me remember the moment the cops called to break the news all I hear around me is people apologizing for my loss while I am to dazed to respond, and today so far has been the same as the phone call. “Adam it is time to go, let's get in the car. ”I told my son, with fake happiness.…
There are very few days that I remember every detail of. The first one is the day one of my friends died. The second is the day my great grandpa died. The third is the first time I went to Boston and had a trip I would never forget. On April 13, 2013 my mom, dad, brother, and I flew to Boston after patiently awaiting this adventure that was unlike like anything I’d ever been on before.…
An emergency room nurse from Las Cruces who happened to be in Las Vegas during the mass shooting has shared her story of the night complete strangers came together to help save lives. Rebecca Hobbs, a nurse at Memorial Medical Center, said she’s still shaken up from the tragedy that unfolded last Sunday night in Las Vegas. Hobbs said she booked her flight on a whim last minute Friday night, with no idea that she would spring into action to help save the life of a woman who had been shot. Hobbs said she was was looking forward to touring Las Vegas on a helicopter for the first time Sunday night.…
When a person has a difficult time coming to terms with the impending outcome of a situation, such as death, they may try bargaining (Axelrod, 2014). I think one of the most difficult things to experience as a mother, would be the death of a child. I recently followed a story of a little girl battling her second round with Leukemia. She lost her battle a few weeks ago. I must say cancer is one of the most unpleasant words spoken, especially when children are impacted.…
My first experience with death occured when I was 4 and my great-grandfather died, although I was not that affected, as I was too young to really know what was going on and I wasn´t really close with him in the first place. When I was 10, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, and he passed away two years later. This was my real first experience with death, as I was affected deeply, as was my family too. Whenever my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, they found it in the fourth stage, which is the worst stage, he started treatment with hopes that he would get rid of the cancer.…
What is the appropriate way to react when you find out your grandmother has cancer? Are you supposed to cry, what about scream, or even laugh? No, not me I just sat there is shock not knowing what to say. My grandmother had already been through so much, she had diabetes, congestive heart failure, and now cancer.…
The death of little sister A significant experience can be defined as something that has happened in the past and is meaningful to an individual because of the impact it had on them. Everyone has a significant experience that is either bad or good in which are dealt with in very different ways. As for me, I have a significant experience that devastated my life. It was on July 16, 2005, I woke up to the voice of my mother crying hysterically in her bedroom. Without hesitation I rushed down the hallway.…
Death is final with no point of return and extremely painful for the ones left behind to grieve. This was especially true for me when I lost my mother. Losing her was one of the most difficulty experiences in my life because I was not prepared for her death. Looking back on the situation, there was nothing for which to prepare; she was only fifty-one years old. I knew her health was not the best; however, the diagnosed health problems were not what killed her.…
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.…