Personal Narrative: My Parent's Mortality

I wait at the door. I put on my solemn, grim face, I cannot let these children see me as a soft women. I am anything but that, well I guess I am, but we all need to hide our inner emotions some how. My useless husband, Hans, mumbles, “I see the car”. We step outside, most people think Hans and I are crazy for opening our home to these two children, but every little bit of money that we can earn helps. Plus, they can help with the laundry, I think and smile.

Nineteen years ago, my family experienced the most earth-shattering moment anyone could imagine, the death of a child. Growing up, I have always seen boy’s picture that hangs above our mantle. Every January, we have family and friends bombard us with phone calls, trying to take my family’s minds off of the tragedy, but until recently, I never understood exactly why. At fourteen, I finally gained the nerve to ask about the boy whose picture hung above the mantle, so my teary-eyed mother sat me down and told me about the death of my big brother.

A time when I felt really sad was last christmas. It was christmas eve morning, and my mom got a call, I looked at her and I knew something was wrong, I was so scared to see what she was gonna say, did someone die, what happened? I didn't know, she was on the phone for about 15 minutes, it was driving me nuts, I didn't know who she was talking about or talking to, she just kept say “oh my gosh”, and “really”. She finally got off the phone, she sat there in shock for a few seconds, I didn't want to sound pushy or rude, but I wanted to know what was going on. She finally started talking, she looked at my dad, and started talking. I remember her words like it was yesterday. “Uncle Dave went to the hospital last night, mom said something in his

I spent most of the morning stuck in my thoughts, why was I not grieving my parent's death? Why had I never noticed I was supernatural? Dominating most of my thoughts, did I have feelings for Jordan, my brother's best friend?

(I was re-reading and noticed i didnt put age anywhere im 16.) Alright well I'm not sure why I'm on reddit venting this dosen't really feel like the place, but on Sunday morning my grandpa died. Here's the story on Friday night I was going to go to a football game but some weird surcomstances allined and I ended up not going I was in my room playing CS GO and my mom came in the room and said that my Grandpa collapsed and was being taken to the hospital and they thought he had a heart attack, but that wasnt the case. My mom and I got to the hospital and where sitting around fro a while then my sister showed up a while after. There was a lot of sitting and wondering then I was told I could go into the room I followed behind my sister she looked him in the eyes and said I love you he said I love you

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

My Great Grandpa was someone I always looked up to. He was someone I loved to spend time with. I always just thought he would be here forever, so I never even thought about never seeing him again. In my opinion my Great Grandpa’s death was a time I had act strong even though I wasn't. He was someone I talked to when I wasn't feeling myself. My Great Grandpa's death was one of the hardest experiences I've ever had to deal with.

A family member’s death is very hard to get passed, makes a certain person depressed.

When he releases his hold and gets up off the bed, I cough. "Thought you said I couldn't fool you with that." I grate out with a smile. His smile relents a little, but then he just stares at me. His eyes rake all over my body and back up to my heavily exposed cleavage that this dress gives me. My skin crawls and I attempt to change the subject.

Imagine, getting over stage 3 cancer, losing your only son, losing your grandfather, and losing your father, in only two years. How would you deal with that? My aunt, my father's sister went through more in her life so far, than anyone I know. How she got through it? only with her strong emunah and strength of spirit did she survive it.

The passing of my father has significantly helped shape who I am today, as it has prepared me to take leadership positions. Prior to Dad's death, I stayed home and did little community involvement. After his passing, I realized I wanted to be active in extracurricular activities and take advantage of the opportunities I had access to. As a result, I joined the Clinton County 4-H Wranglers, a club where I am an active member and have been Secretary for the past three years. My membership in 4-H has granted me workshops for self-improvement (such as Officer Training and Showmanship), contests to compete in (from the individual-based Hippology contest to the team-structured Horse Bowl competition), and opportunities to give back to the nearby

My heart was so fucking heavy watching my girl lay in that coma and the love that Dmitri showed her was just everything. My girl finally had the man she deserved, I was so overjoyed when she came back to us. My mind was set on one thing planning my wedding until my period didn't show up, so here I am pissing on the fucking stick of shame for any unmarried woman. Yes, I knew Redd would take care of our child and yes we were engaged but we were not married and I don't think we are ready for a baby. But if I was pregnant we weren't leaving this island until I had his last name, shit our only family was right here with us. I came out of the bathroom after saying a quick prayer, I picked up a half sleep Lyric and rocked her in my arms, “Shanice

Yes, I had one parent I could never make happy. She believed her son was more disabled than he actually was. I still can make her happy, but I have to make sure he is receiving exactly what he needs and encourage independence. One of our main goals is to have students leave high school and be able to function independently. This has been an ongoing issue for the four years I have been in this position. It makes almost every day tense because the mother is a school employee. There are some other facts, but it is quite a long story. It would have helped to have some support during this situation. I have felt like I have had none. I am glad you have the support worker.

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.

The day I almost died was the day my child came into this world. She came bursting into this world four weeks earlier than expected and it all started a week earlier. A simple checkup that resulted into an ultrasound, labor, and finally the moment I almost died.