I Have Lost Both My Parents
I didn't grow up rich, we were actually kinda poor. My dad wasn't around much, so it was mainly my mom taking care of us (
my 3 brothers and 1 sister. My father died when i was 9 in a car accident. Growing up without a dad was hard. i missed him at times, evenn though he wasnt around much. But i still had my mom, and she was a wonderful mother. no matter how hard it was on her being a single mother, she never gave up, and never found a boyfriend or husband to replace my dad. she was a strong woman. she was always there for me whenever i needed her. she was always there for all of us. she was the sweetest woman ever, my friends loved her. and she was very smart. i loved my momma so much! she never missed one of my basketball games, she was so proud when i was in homecoming, she told me how she loved having such a beautiful athletic daughter. she loved all of my brothers and sisters. well.. she developed liver cancer when i was 14, and some type of other cancer that was very bad but i cant think of what its called. she fought and gought but over the years she grew weaker and weaker. i didnt want to believe that she could possibly die from it so i told melf that she was going to get better. i mean she had to get better, she was all we had. the cancer got worse and she got even sicker, it was so hard watching her slip away. but she kept saying she was going to be okay, and i wanted so bad to believe her. to make things easier, my brothers and i left to go to a boarding school. but i still talked to her everyday. and one day, my sister (whom lived in a different city at the time) and my uncle show up at my boarding school. i knew something was wrong. and sure enough, they broke the news that my momma was dead. i was in shock. a part of me immediately died. and to see the look on m little brothers face was excruciating. we all broke down and cried and cried. i didnt want to believe it. that my mother, the lady that raised me, the one who was always ther for me, the one who always joked and called me "sis" was dead... the pain was unbearable. i didnt know what to do. i had lost both of my parents. we all went back to my older sisters house (who was 21 at the time) and grieved. i missed a couple of weeks of school. and i didnt want to go back. the two weeks after her death were the worst days of my life. my brothers and sister and i just didnt know what to do.. we are all so young. and heart broken that we lost our mother. after a couple of weeks i went back to boarding schol and fell into a deep depression. i was once this popular, funny, athletic, pretty, fun girl that loved to laugh and had so many friends. but when i came back to school, i walked around lifelessly. i barely smiled for the rest of the year. my friends walked on egg shells when they were around me, i really just wanted to be alone. when i went back to the dorms from school i went straight to sleep. i didnt eat, i didnt socialize, i didnt talk, i just wanted to sleep. because when i was asleep i could forget how bad i was hurting, the pain was terrible. they made counselers come in my room and tried to make me eat, but i just couldnt. food didnt appeal to me anymore. and it made me angry that they tried to make me talk about it because they didnt know i felt. unless you've experienced losing people close yo you, you ha dont know someones feelings, you just cant relate. only one friend knew what i was going thru, because she lost her mom to cancer to. sometimes at night i would call her and just cry. sometimes i'd wake up in the middle of the night and start crying and asasking God why mom had to die. i missed her unconditionally. i still do.its been a little over two years since my mom passed away and im still fighting. the dark pit of depression calls me everytime her birthday and anniversary comes around. she didnt get to see me get homecoming queen, or graduate. i know shes smiling down from heaven and is proud of me, but i just want her with me. im very sensitive, i'll be happy at times but something always seems to trigger my grief and i fall into a depression that is sohard to press thru at times. i know my siblings miss her just as much. and im thankful that we have eachother. cause we are all we have, each other. we dont have any grand parents, or aunts or uncles that are willing to take care of us. so my sister whom is 23 now, took custody. most of us are of age now, besides my little brother. oh i love him sooo much! we are so alike. i still see my mom in my dreams, and sone of them are so real that i think she still alive. but then i wake up to reality and realize that she is gone. and it hurts so bad. i wish to see her in my dreams every night, but rarely do i get the privledge to see her. most of them are good dreams and i wake up crying. it is so hard. losing both your parents at such a young age. i know everything happens for a reason and one day when im in heaven with her it will all make sense. but until that day, im left here to help her memory live on. i miss her so much, and i am still fighting. i'll always love my momma, and my dad. that is my experience
my 3 brothers and 1 sister. My father died when i was 9 in a car accident. Growing up without a dad was hard. i missed him at times, evenn though he wasnt around much. But i still had my mom, and she was a wonderful mother. no matter how hard it was on her being a single mother, she never gave up, and never found a boyfriend or husband to replace my dad. she was a strong woman. she was always there for me whenever i needed her. she was always there for all of us. she was the sweetest woman ever, my friends loved her. and she was very smart. i loved my momma so much! she never missed one of my basketball games, she was so proud when i was in homecoming, she told me how she loved having such a beautiful athletic daughter. she loved all of my brothers and sisters. well.. she developed liver cancer when i was 14, and some type of other cancer that was very bad but i cant think of what its called. she fought and gought but over the years she grew weaker and weaker. i didnt want to believe that she could possibly die from it so i told melf that she was going to get better. i mean she had to get better, she was all we had. the cancer got worse and she got even sicker, it was so hard watching her slip away. but she kept saying she was going to be okay, and i wanted so bad to believe her. to make things easier, my brothers and i left to go to a boarding school. but i still talked to her everyday. and one day, my sister (whom lived in a different city at the time) and my uncle show up at my boarding school. i knew something was wrong. and sure enough, they broke the news that my momma was dead. i was in shock. a part of me immediately died. and to see the look on m little brothers face was excruciating. we all broke down and cried and cried. i didnt want to believe it. that my mother, the lady that raised me, the one who was always ther for me, the one who always joked and called me "sis" was dead... the pain was unbearable. i didnt know what to do. i had lost both of my parents. we all went back to my older sisters house (who was 21 at the time) and grieved. i missed a couple of weeks of school. and i didnt want to go back. the two weeks after her death were the worst days of my life. my brothers and sister and i just didnt know what to do.. we are all so young. and heart broken that we lost our mother. after a couple of weeks i went back to boarding schol and fell into a deep depression. i was once this popular, funny, athletic, pretty, fun girl that loved to laugh and had so many friends. but when i came back to school, i walked around lifelessly. i barely smiled for the rest of the year. my friends walked on egg shells when they were around me, i really just wanted to be alone. when i went back to the dorms from school i went straight to sleep. i didnt eat, i didnt socialize, i didnt talk, i just wanted to sleep. because when i was asleep i could forget how bad i was hurting, the pain was terrible. they made counselers come in my room and tried to make me eat, but i just couldnt. food didnt appeal to me anymore. and it made me angry that they tried to make me talk about it because they didnt know i felt. unless you've experienced losing people close yo you, you ha dont know someones feelings, you just cant relate. only one friend knew what i was going thru, because she lost her mom to cancer to. sometimes at night i would call her and just cry. sometimes i'd wake up in the middle of the night and start crying and asasking God why mom had to die. i missed her unconditionally. i still do.its been a little over two years since my mom passed away and im still fighting. the dark pit of depression calls me everytime her birthday and anniversary comes around. she didnt get to see me get homecoming queen, or graduate. i know shes smiling down from heaven and is proud of me, but i just want her with me. im very sensitive, i'll be happy at times but something always seems to trigger my grief and i fall into a depression that is sohard to press thru at times. i know my siblings miss her just as much. and im thankful that we have eachother. cause we are all we have, each other. we dont have any grand parents, or aunts or uncles that are willing to take care of us. so my sister whom is 23 now, took custody. most of us are of age now, besides my little brother. oh i love him sooo much! we are so alike. i still see my mom in my dreams, and sone of them are so real that i think she still alive. but then i wake up to reality and realize that she is gone. and it hurts so bad. i wish to see her in my dreams every night, but rarely do i get the privledge to see her. most of them are good dreams and i wake up crying. it is so hard. losing both your parents at such a young age. i know everything happens for a reason and one day when im in heaven with her it will all make sense. but until that day, im left here to help her memory live on. i miss her so much, and i am still fighting. i'll always love my momma, and my dad. that is my experience
By:
sistiger
Age:
18-21
