Losing A Loved One Analysis

On May 11th 2013, my grandma passed away due to pancreatic cancer. A little later that year on September 25th, my mom received a call from my aunt in Guam that my dad had passed away in his sleep. Then on May 14th 2014, my grandpa passed from complications of an allergic reaction to a medication. So within a year, I was left to deal with three immediate family deaths, one right after another. Losing such important figures in one’s life could leave someone depressed and unmotivated to move on with their own life and to rise above those challenges is difficult, yet possible. During this time of hardship, I grew discouraged and saddened, but over time I became motivated to set aside these struggles and make a change.

Most people don’t know how it feels to lose a family member that had done service, my Grandfather had died when I was in Third Grade which was in 2011. He was a veteran of the Cold War. His cause of death was cancer. The doctors said he wasn’t going to survive. The sad part is that he died just basically a week before his 70th birthday.

This project reminded me that my grandmother may have had a great childhood, but she did lose her first husband. I often forget that my grandfather isn’t her first husband because she lost her husband, Earl Nickerson, over forty years ago. My dad’s father died from cancer when my father was just four years old. Just before the interview with my grandmother, I was reading over my interview questions, and I had to change one of the questions because I didn’t want to ask my grandmother questions about her husband. His death was tragic for my family, so he is rarely talked

As much as I would love for my father to be alive at this very moment, I have learned so much from that experience and I don’t know where I would be without it. This experience has made me a better person in general and has given me the ability to appreciate everyone else for who they are. No matter what goes on in their lives. I believe that I am on this earth for one reason; and that reason is to make others feel like they have meaning in their lives. I strive to continue my father’s legacy by living by caring for others before myself. I try to relate and feel the sympathy for everyone else that has pain and hardship going on in their lives give them the respect they deserve. This is the impression my father has made on me, and the legacy he has left

The void created by the sudden death of someone as beloved as Uncle Bill is still hard to grasp. He was someone we took for granted would be around for much longer.

My grandfather in law, Ray Schmitt, had a true connection with me and my family. Even though he was not directly related, he always treated me and my family like his sons and daughters. He would always welcome us with smiles and even though he fought through hard times, like occasion strokes, he never forgot to put a big smile on his face. My mom said, “ He was a devoted family man to everyone, and he was devoted to the faith, and that showed in his actions.”

My own loss sparked a desire to help others through tough times. I therefore began volunteering at the Orlando Regional Medical Center, where I consoled people going through those times, and let them disclose their feelings with tears and words the way I needed to when I was in their shoes. Unfortunately, I also met people who were dying and had no visitors to support them through their death. For instance, I visited a woman on several occasions and shared a few laughs and stories with her. She ultimately died from C. difficile over a period of three weeks in the hospital. At those moments, I was glad patients like her had someone with them, even if I was a stranger to them. Still, there were much happier occasions where families learned their sons and daughters and parents were alive, recovering, or asking for their company. Through all this, I recognized the fear and pain they felt, and helped them move forward. Care, compassion, and empathy are all

In this essay I will outline the main theoretical models relating to loss and grief.

My Grandfather died on December 5th, 2015. I was 15 at the time and I had only just started highschool as a junior a few months prior. I didn’t get to see him recently before his death, nor was I able to say goodbye to him before his passing. Instead, I got to wait patiently while the man I respected for so long took his last breath. I watched as he passed away, right in front of my eyes.

Both the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights have similar stances on the separation of church and state. The Bill of Rights guarantees that the government are prohibited from taking away fundamental rights such as the freedom of religion, in the third article. It also states that every U.S. citizen has the right to practice their own religion or no religion at all, without needing the permission of Congress. In Article Six of the Constitution, there is one particular statement that affects every office in the nation, both federal and state. It means no public position requires any kind of religious belief to be in one, as there should be no preferences given to religion. The two national documents allow everyone to exercise their natural

Kathya Vasquez Mendoza ,Booth 6: Therapeutic Response to Clients Experiencing Loss, Grief, Dying, and Death

I wake up and then I put my makeup on. I look in the mirror and clearly can see what’s wrong. It hurts to know that I can’t let my true self show. Now I know it’s time to let those so called “friends” go. We are the minority and time is of the essence so let’s act quick before we learn our lessons. When I am at school, I hear kids yell at me “you think your cool”. And then I think to myself why do people have to be so cruel? Death and being broke, yeah that’s no joke. And it hurts to say that this is happening every day. The cause of violence is not exact but that doesn’t mean go shoot someone in the back. There are attacks every day so, sometimes I just sit down and pray that the violence goes away. Watching the news leaves me in shock and,

Losing a loved one is like having the rug swept from under you. We make plans for the day, and do not think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my uncle’s death. I do not think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. It is amazing how we take life for granted. The tragedy never goes away. You just learn how to cope with it and keep moving on.

My great grandfather Bob Howell, who we called Papa Bob, was one of the greatest men ever in my opinion. He taught us many things, from how to treat one another to how to get through life accomplishing many things. Not too long ago he had experienced a fall. My cousins were outside doing yard work and had came in to get a drink, when the youngest heard someone. She saw papa Bob laying on the ground of his bathroom floor, and ran to get her sister. I got a call from her saying that she couldn 't get a hold of any of our parents. I started to panic and called my parents over and over until my dad answered. Papa Bob made it to the hospital, had scans done and got checked upped, but they said he was fine. As months went by he was never quite himself again, I blamed it on the fall secretly, but the doctors never found anything. It was getting worse and worse until he was put in the hospital. I knew his time was coming and I tried to spend time with him and listen to his stories when I could.

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.