Overcoming Research Paper

Overcoming. It's a solution many people need and many have accomplished. In life many people have overcome situations but even if they overcame that situation they still have many more complications that they need to put their effort into conquering. The effort and path to overcoming a situation can be described in many ways, overwhelming, effortless, disheartening, and endless more. An overbearing situation that I overcame was the death of my grandfather. It wasn't just me but my whole family was grieving and feeling mournful.

When it was the brink of my grandfather's death, nearly everyone was expecting it to happen. He was laid down looking so fragile, like he could break any minute. It was heartbreaking seeing him like that. He was feeling pain everyday and we couldn't do anything about it. About two days before his death, everyone went to say their possible last goodbyes. At this time I went to shed a few handful of tears in my empty, frigid, starless room. Prayers filled the
room as tears left my face. On my knees I just felt so helplessly weak, and like using my last bit of strength I filled my notebook with words I wanted to leave with my grandpa. I managed to drag myself outside this room with dark red stained eyes to the side of my grandpa. Staring into his eyes that couldn't see mine's anymore I cried and uttered my last words that could scarcely be heard though his ears.

The day of my grandfather's death everyone was out there with him, whether it be strangers that he knew to aunts, uncles, and cousins.
But I locked myself in my parents room because the ruckus out in the living was too much for me. It was already past 8 o'clock and I already knew that they weren't going to be leaving anytime soon. So I decided to fill my ears with some encouraging Christian music and my eyes with a book called 5 Minutes with Jesus. Just as I finished reading a chapter of the book I saw my dad coming into the room, and in the hallway I heard some mutter, "Grandpa just pasted away..." I walked to my dad and hugged him as he cried and uttered some words I couldn't get into my head. I let go of him and walked back into empty, frigid, starless room. I closed the door shut and didn't even bother to turn on the lights as I fell on my knees and cried endless prayers. Eventually I came out of the room sluggishly to look at my grandfather, and there I heard cries
everywhere.

Between the two weeks of my grandpa's death and funeral everything was filled with memories and chaos. We looked through past photos for the slide show I made for his funeral, and talked about past stories. But as the funeral was coming near everything became hectic. The day was coming closer and somethings weren't necessarily all there. My parents were under stress and being Asian people complained about the littlest things. Then it was finally the first day of and my parents decided that they wanted the coffin open. The morning of that day I felt like I couldn't look, so I sort of avoided looking at him the whole entire time. And before I knew it, the day was nearly almost over and I felt I had to go look at him. I slowly peeked over to glance at him. The still, lifeless him who used to be so filled with energy and life that he could carry almost anything. I shed over countless tears right there but I knew God had taken him to be with him.

It was the next day, the burial day and the last day I could see my grandfather. I didn't cry at all that day, and I felt like I was the odd-one-out when every one else was crying their mostly likely last tears. But later on that day, I decided to listen to two songs, Thy Will by Hillary Scott & The Scott Family and Through All Of It by Colton Dixon. It made me talk alone with God afterward, and after that talk I knew everything was going to be perfectly fine. Sure, we're going to have up and downs but through it all God is with us. We may not see him or hear him, but God works his miracles.
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