by Leslie Trotter

Created on: September 11, 2009

The sad moments in my life

Though we can't escape the sad moments, we have to bask in it's misery and pray for better days. I had many sad moments in my life and the worst always revolved around someone I loved dying or getting sick. In February of 1988, I was awakened in the morning by my mother and sister, my mother could hardly say it, so my sister said, Kevin died. Kevin was my cousin who was 21 at the time of his death. I was 22 at the time. Kevin and I were close, he was one of my best cousins, like a brother to me. I remember once someone asked us were we twins, but I never thought we looked alike. However, it was an honor that someone thought I looked like him.

Kevin was killed walking across a railroad track trying to make it home from a party. His body was found cut in half. I always felt it was foul play, I could never imagine him being the type of person who'd walk across a dangerous railroad track. Kevin's life was finally getting together after a life of misery he experienced as a child. He was going to get job training from the job corps and he was engaged to a nice girl, someone very different from the girls he used to date.

I was so hurt by his death I couldn't attend his funeral, especially with the thought of him being cut in half by a train. My whole family was distraught. We grieved, although with time came healing for our broken hearts until the next death, my grandmother died the following year and it was a big shock as well.

A few years later my mother was diagnosed with kidney failure and she had to be placed on dialysis. I couldn't understand why so many bad things was happening one behind another. However, a light was shinning at the end of the tunnel when my mother received a donor kidney in 1996 and she was free from dialysis, she was able to travel and enjoy her life until tragedy struck in 1999.

She and my sister was involved in a car wreck that contributed to my mothers death, she had major strokes due to lung contusions caused by the accident, she died in June of 1999 and my sister Julie died five months later from an asthma attack and cardiac arrest brought on by crying and grieving over my mother.

There has been so much loss in my life and I always pray and ask God for a break from these losses, I prayed and asked him to send blessings and miracles for my family and I. Unfortunately, with life comes misery and pain, but there is hopes for good times, and I sit and wait for those good times to rain down on me.

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