In the same story, the father describes, such in agony; he mentions how he lost a friend and how traumatically affected him how he had lost a friend…
William’s father depended on others to uplift his spirits. When his sister left, William’s father seemed so upset because of this absence.…
What would you do if you heard a knock on your door at 2:00 am and someone informed you that your husband was dead? This is the scenario that happens to Kathryn Lyons and her husband Jack Lyons, who is a pilot. Kathryn is now trying to juggle raising her fifteen-year-old daughter Mattie with the help of her grandmother, Julia, and trying to avoid all the questions and accusations from the press. She is also discovering things about her husband that she never knew before and wondering why he was keeping these secrets from her all these years. In this journal, I will be questioning, predicting, and connecting.…
The short story “Reunion” describes the last meeting between a son and his father. It incorporates humor, pathos, and grotesque in a blend that leaves readers unsure of the character of the father, and whether or not the boy is better off with or without him.…
In Dave Barry’s, “Lost in America”, I feel the narrator was not only expressing his regret for having missed the signs of how deep his mother’s grief ran but, also for a chance to relive those final memories with her as a way of making it seem as she is still alive, even if only for a moment. I also feel he intended for his words to act as a warning to others to watch their own loved ones for signs of depression, especially someone who has gone through a tragedy like Dave’s mother. His mother’s inability to move on or make a commitment to anything after her husbands death were all signs of a deep depression hers sons missed, probably due to their own grief. She was silently telling them she needed help in different ways, unfortunately Dave and his…
Bob’s dad was in the hospital, undergoing chemotherapy treatment while Bob was drowning. My mother was at the hospital with Bob’s mom, at the same time the news arrived. The two mothers heard that there had been a fatal accident at Wildwood…
My Pop-pop was under the deep spell of anesthesia for three days, once he woke up, he was confused and distant. He was delusional, and would say things he later could not remember. I reminisce occasionally, about how my own, loving and gracious Pop-pop couldn’t tell me apart from my cousins and sisters. My Pop-pop would ask my older sisters to bust him out of the hospital, and to take him home. This was a normal occurrence, due to the fact he couldn’t understand that he wasn’t strong enough to leave; if he was strong enough, he’d be out of there within the second. He now states that there was a curtain of blackness all around him, but every once in awhile, my dad face would come into view and he would say, “Dad, I love you” to which my Pop-pop would replied, “ I love you too, Peter”. This was a three month time span of a shared depression for my family and I. Our hearts had a great burden, we were all unsure of the very near…
-Dad’s “shoulders and head shook from the deep sobs that came from down inside him” “I realized how badly hurt he was, as badly as me” (Bell, 12)…
I had just walked in the back door from playing in the enormous yard behind our house, when I suddenly see my mother and father hunched over, whispering. Accidentally getting mud all over my skirt while outside, I stayed quiet so my mother wouldn’t see. I could tell they weren’t discussing anything happy, because my mother had worry lines plastered on her forehead. Even the feeling in the room was grim, the normally bright blue couch looking like rainy gray skies. But the telltale sign that something was terribly wrong was that my father’s eyes were as dull as murky water.…
Victoria was on the playground at school playing with all her friends, when all of a sudden she saw her dad on the school playground. The only thing she remembers is her dad telling her “Tell your mom I am not coming home tonight”. Victoria sat there stunned and didn’t know how to respond. Her parents eventually did divorce. After they divorced, both parents would bad mouth the other parent in front of her and her brother. Victoria became a messenger which put her in the middle having to choose between parents. She became used to her dad saying he was coming to get her for his visits and then never show up. Due to the high level of conflict that continued between her parents, neither parent was there for the emotional support of her or her brother. Victoria grew up with low self-esteem, difficulty with interpersonal relationships, caught in the middle of her parents as well as the loss of her father being involved in her life.…
As she sits in the backseat of a car, the seatbelt not fastened, those crystal tears shimmering on her slightly rosy cheeks, I can’t help but wonder what has made her so forlorn. She has the look of one who has just left the side of her beloved mother or father who has now gone on to meet their maker.…
“You see...you father whom you thought was dead is...is...not actually dead. Your paternal grandma was the last one to hear from him...before he disappeared.” She said in between sobs.…
My family was just about to sit down for a family dinner just like any ordinary week day, but something was different this time. There was silence around the room that not only gave off an awkward vibe, but also released a gloomy feeling as well. Before I got the chance to ask what’s wrong, or even let out a breath, my mom began to cry. This wasn’t just crying though, I have seen my mom cry plenty of times. I have seen people cry plenty of times. This time was a type of crying I have never experienced. The confusion I felt seeing her tears run down her face was as I had never witnessed someone crying…
A loud wail startled him just when he was about to pee. The liquid froze inside when he realized the heart-wrenching sound was that of his mother. Soon it was followed by bawling of his elder sister as he slowly walked back to the source of the cries: parent’s bedroom. There in the bed, daddy lay still with eyes wide open; he wasn’t convoluting anymore. As he stood in the door, his second sister came running and dropped howling on daddy’s chest. In his seven-year-old life he had never witnessed his mother’s tears; slowly, tears trickled down his cheeks.…