My Father : The Hardest Time Of My Life

My father lost his nearly year long battle to Stage IV colorectal cancer and passed away on that date. After his death, my whole world slipped away from me. Yes, it was tough when I had to watch him struggle with his disease, but I knew that he was there for me if I needed it. To know that no matter how hard I tried, I would never see or hear him again was simply just too much for me to bear. I became less interested in everything that previously occupied my time, but especially school. My grades did not become gradually worse; they simply fell off of the proverbial

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

Something in my stomach was telling me I would not see him. I did not tell anyone this though just in case I was wrong. But I was right I always have a way of knowing these things. He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of relief washed over everyone except me. The person at the door was the only policeman in town and Frank the town leader. My mom could not keep it together. It is a hard sight to see when your mom is sad. The person you look up to when you are a kid is crying. That can mess a 6 year old kid up. The time that would take place next went from 0 to 100 so fast. We cremated my dad's body and moved. My mom picked texas because it had good schools. We did not have any family though and sometimes I felt as if that was a bad decision. My mother would not tell me how my dad died until I was 16. Not living without a dad can be hard. When it is at the crucial age of 6. You need a good role model. My brother became my dad if he liked it or not. Everything that happened in my life seemed like a blurr. The fact my dad was dead never really hit me. But it hit me so hard and so fast. It was like a brick wall. I started almost failing my classes, sleeping all the time, eating a lot, not exercising, moping all the time. I still suffer from it today. Back then though I wanted to die. But it is so much better. I learned that I held my mom accountable and my dad for

Sorrow is a painful emotion that runs deep into our souls. Often times in life, things happen unexpectedly and we tend to question why us? These unexpected events then force us to undergo periods of distress and sadness. Regardless of how tedious the process might be, some people reach the stage of recovery faster while others stagger hoping for a breakthrough. For many people, the loss of someone can dramatically affect them psychologically, physically and in ways that we interact with others. And while other tends to distance themselves from their loss to run from the pain, others do not have the ability to try and forget or deny that it ever happened.

The personal issue that I would like to address for this paper is regarding the death of my father. My family, which includes my dad, mom, brother and I, were always close and tightly knit. This close relationship was established due to moving out the state and countries multiple times. After moving from Michigan to Tokyo, Japan, my family grew to depend on one another during hardships. As my parents were both Korean, they depended on one another during times of language barrier and cultural shock from both America and Japan. Although, growing up in a different country was extremely hard to adjust to, my brother and I felt always safe knowing that our parents were guiding us. My parents decided to come back to live

The most traumatic event in my life was when my father passed away in 2005, when I was only seven. At first, I hadn’t understood his death. I knew what death was, and that it was permanent, but I hadn’t accepted the fact that he was gone until long after his death. My mother was a mess, and I was a confused second grader who could do nothing to help her. We began to go to counselors and psychologists, who all made me feel very uncomfortable. All they wanted was to talk about what had happened to my dad, when it was the last thing I wanted to say anything about. I laid in bed crying for a few weeks, knowing it was because of his death, but I felt emptiness rather than sadness or anger. My mother began to take medication for depression, and still continues to do so. At only seven, I believed her sadness was my fault. To be honest, I still feel hurt when I see her taking the depression medication. I know that I had nothing to do with his death, but it granted me with an unwelcoming sense of guilt. I had just been with him the night before his death, and now he had been cremated into a bag of ashes. All of my teachers were very precautious about mentioning him, and I didn’t know how to process all the new attention I had received at school. I was definitely depressed, but I found a way out of my slump. I distracted myself from his death and did all of my school work from my absences as quickly as I could, and

There is one loss in my life that affected many aspects of my life for many years, the divorce of my parents. I was in barley entering the first grade and the tender age of five, soon to turn six, when my parents spent their last night as a married couple. I do not have many memories of my parents as a couple but I do remember the day my Daddy left. He was a policeman and I watched as his cruiser drove away from our family home. I remember my mom crying and not being willing to console me or explain to me what was happening. All I knew is there was a fight, my dad left, it seemed different than other times when he left, and my mom was crying. Everything about my life changed in the blink of a five year old’s eyes which is what makes this loss so significant in my life.

The saddest times of my life was the passing of my brother Dennis, I was 16 years old when my brother passed away the second worse that was equal in pain was the loss of my son Jeff.

Separated from my dad nine years ago wasn’t really right, I was born torn from my dad for the rest of my life. It was hard to understand why we were; moving to Atlanta and my dad wasn’t coming along. What was going on in my head was my mom was just thinking of herself and not thinking of the rest of the family. Me and My sister was thinking who would we live with for now on but my mom was determined we was going along with her. My parents were born in the Caribbean of Trinidad and Tobago. They have been together since high school up until the year of 2004. My dad got an soccer scholarship and came to America to North Carolina later on my mom got an track scholarship and also came to America but to Mississippi.

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

The most difficult point in my life had to be when my mom passed away. This made it hard for me to adjust, and hard to deal with my grief. However, after the school community heard about my loss, the teachers and my friends were supportive and helped me deal with They lent a helping hand and an ear when I wanted to talk,and they gave me advice on what to do. In addition, they encouraged me to aim high, and do things out of my comfort zone.

Losing a loved one is a hard thing, it tears you down and break you into a million tiny pieces that can ever be but together the same way again and although you try to forget the pain it will always haunt you for the rest of your life. Death is something that leaves a mark in your life and can never be forgotten because it's forever ingrained in your heart.

Yesterday my youngest brother died from a heat stroke. We were outside playing kickball and it was a really sunny day. Our friends were over and I told him to go and get a drink, but he refused to. I don’t know what he was thinking, he was trying to be cool in front of his friends. I cared a lot about him; I was a brother that would play with him a lot even though I had friends. I would still drive him places. Also, my mom was heartbroken it was her last son. My dad left about two years ago it was hard for my mom to provide food for us. My mom was sad because soon I will be off on my own and she didn’t want to be alone like she would right know after I leave.

Late one night, to my horror, the most exuberant girl in the hall collapsed limply on her friend’s shoulder as she cried hysterically. All she could say was, “My brother is dead. My brother is gone.” At this moment, I had to stop and think. I was forced to remember that God gives us trials because He loves us. Heavenly Father has a plan for every single one of His children. He has provided a way for us to feel comfort as we remember that we will see my friend’s wonderful brother again. During the earlier years of the world, our Father in Heaven provided this miraculous way through the loving sacrifice of His Son, Jesus Christ. This sacrifice is called the Atonement of Jesus Christ.

I was born in a time when women were considered nothing more than an object to bear children. There were no equal rights so you can imagine what things were like for me in Mecca. When I was born in 565 A.D I came from a very successful family. My father was a very respected businessman. I was lucky because I inherited his business skills in trading. In a society where women were looked down upon it was very hard for them to accept the fact that I was my father 's daughter. Upon my father 's death, I took over his business and I was able to prove to everyone that I could not only sustain but create my own wealth. I earned the right to be respected by all the businessmen. My business was expanding and was doing so well that I needed to hire