Personal Narrative: My Loss

Losing a grandparent at the age of 11 and younger was hard enough but losing one at the age of thirty-five hurt just as much. My grandmother is still living, I wasn't as close to them as I was to my other grandparents but there was still a relationship that was built throughout my lifetime. I had the chance to visit my grandfather while he was in the hospital. Regretfully when I went to see him he was too ill to have a conversation with, but my grandmother reassured me that it was ok because he knew I was there. My grandfather was cremated, this was the first time I attended a funeral where I saw a box of ashes holding someone who I loved. His funeral consisted our close family members and my grandfather's remains were placed in a mausoleum. His death affected all of us in one way or another, this was the first time I saw my dad cry. It makes me sad that he is no longer with us but glad he is no longer

When I was 12 my grandfather died of cancer. I knew he was sick and was dying but we never discussed it. I was able to see my grandfather before he died and was able to attend his funeral. Two years later my grandmother died suddenly and we were able to attend his funeral. I vaguely remember attending a couple other funerals but I was really too young to understand what exactly was going on.

Hello, Dr. Taft, I look forward to another exciting semester with you, and my cohorts exploring my inner and outer world. Let’s start with my family constellations it begins with my stepmother, and my father, my older brother Steven along with myself. At the time, I did not know that Ann was my stepmother, and I did not find out until I was older, and she had two sons who lived in Arizona. A few years later her eldest son Tommy would come to live with us, and the life that we were accustomed to would change the outcome of all our lives.

This story is going to be about this one halloween and it was truly terrifying for me at least. This will take place when i was about nine years old and the year was 2014. It started out as every day and it was like any normal day and it was halloween and i had to go to school so here was this big party at the end of the day and we were going to have a 5 day weekend. So everybody was excited and it was party time there was a big school party then there was a classroom party. We were just waiting for recess so that the party would start cause they scheduled the party after recess and lunch. It was only twenty minutes after rescues and our teacher took 18 minutes to take us back inside.

This summer was one of the best summer in my life. There was crying, laughing, and peeing our pants; just kidding. I hope I have another like this one. There are a million things we did this year and some things happened again like once or twice or maybe a thousand times. I tried new things and went new places.

The situation of loss was my own family. A little background about my extended there were all heavy smokers and non-diagnosed alcoholics. My grandparents died within 6 months of each other. My grandmother died unexpectedly, leaving my grandfather alone to drink himself to death. They left behind five daughters and three sons. The loss of my grandparents impacted their children in different ways. Most of which, four daughters and a son, did not change their way of life and have died from cancer, strokes, or liver disease within 15 years of my grandparents’ death. My father along with a brother and sister took it upon themselves to quit smoking and drinking. My father started running and working out the local gym his was in good health. Even with the lifestyle changes my father had he still battled colon cancer, however he has been in remission for the 10 years. My father’s brother and sister do not to have any major health issues they are in their late 60’s. I have twenty cousins that are alive. The cousins do not seem not be excessive drinkers although a few do smoke.

I'm composing you this since it's opportunity sure things are talked about. I contemplated how and where we turned out badly as I looked over some old messages between you and I. When you were conveyed in Qatar, the legitimate answer is we quit being there for each other. We communicated such a great amount of adoration to each other and were so worried with the other individual rather than ourselves. As I read it dishearten to me to perceive how we made this bond amid our marriage to let everything come apart out of childishness. We both were experiencing self issues, I was pregnant you sent. I couldn't relate and being pregnant turned into all I contemplated. Which lead to feeling undesirable on both sides. It never sounded good to me why

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

What is the only cause of death in the top 10 in America that can not be cured, prevented or slowed down? Its Alzheimer’s and it’s a terrible disease not only because of what it does to the victim but also what the family has to go through. My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I would go visit him in the hospital every day until this one time it just got to hard, it tore me up on the inside and it changed my view on life for a while.

Sitting on my mother’s bed with my two younger sisters, our eyes are overflowing with tears and I step out of the room.Their yelling is all I focus on instead of taking action. My parents are arguing over nothing, as usual. My heart begins to beat at the pace of a butterfly’s wing and I freeze. The volume of their argument has increased and I attempt to persuade them that this argument can be solved in a more positive way. I remember the fear I felt when I saw my mother crying immensely, it was gut-wrenching. My father was standing in front of her, I knew he was going to hit her because it was not the first time this had happened.

When I was 14 years old, my dad and I went rock climbing in the mountains with a friend and his son. It was the first time I had been rocking climbing anywhere outdoor. We had to hike in to the point where we could start climbing. We got to the top of the mountain and it was beautiful! On the hike down, my dad slipped in the snow and slid down the mountain. He hit a pile of rocks and broke his leg. I, being 14 and completely inexperienced, had to run down the mountain as fast as I could, while connected to a rope, to get to my dad and assess the situation. He dad had to spend the night on the mountain with our friend, while me and our friend's son were taken home by complete strangers at 3 in the morning. THe next day, I went into shock. I

Have you ever been so mad at one of your parents and said something you regret? Well I sure have... and my mom heard it.

As I walked outside the morning of August 12th I noticed the clouds in the distance, they were dark and ominous; I couldn’t avoid feeling as though this was a bad sign of what was to come. Then I thought, “Just my luck, I have to drive on the interstate and it’s going to storm!” There was no getting out of this though, I had to leave, so I got into my car and started driving. Pulling onto the interstate it seemed as though I was heading right into the storm, it somehow had lined up perfectly with the road. The closer I got, it suddenly hit me, the metaphor wasn’t one of bad things to come, but of the step I was about to take in life. I didn’t know what was going to happen, just that I had to keep going. Everything in my life up to this point

I didn’t really know him very well but he was still my dad. I feel like I should feel bad for him or be crying but I’m not, not at all. He was killed at about midnight. The murder stole some important papers about my mom. I never knew her and my dad never talked about her, she died in a car accident when I was still very young. That was why I wanted those papers back. My dad never showed me any pictures but I knew that all kinds of things where on those papers. The police figured that my dad startled the thief and as a result my dad was now dead. Now I’m moved into my aunt’s house until they can find another place for me. I’m not alone though, my maid got to come with me. It is a relief to have something of my old life with me. I have a feeling

My dad means the world to me, he has taught me everything he knows to become a great son, brother, and follower of Christ. One of the greatest gifts my dad bestowed upon me was the gift of music. As a kid my dad became engulfed in music. He had a passion for music and he knew that it would be something he would love. On July 14th, 1983 my dad went to Journey’s Frontier Tour, it was general admission in the Arizona Veterans Memorial Coliseum. My dad pushed his way up to the stage. The huge speakers blasted out this amazing tune, his hair was pulsing in sync with the bass of the drums and his heartbeat, he had the time of his life. He still refers back to that as the best concert he has ever been to, until recently. But we will get to that later.