Essays: Death of a parent 31 Articles

by Casey Case

Apparently the driver of the car didn't see the red light, or maybe like so many other drivers, he chose to ignore it. We'll never really know for sure. What is sure is that my father held onto his life as long as h...read more

by Barbara A. Gimont

My dad died on June 28, 2006. It was one day after his 43rd wedding anniversary. His death was the result of a car accident. He was a passenger. The accident was not my fault, but yet I still blame myself. To this ver...read more

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by Vicki's place

This quote by Edwin Way Teale expressed my grief better than I ever could. "Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is, is change." Dad and I ...read more

by Amy B. Wilson

My father passed away 8 days ago. He was 75 years old. It was very sudden and unexpected he probably had a heart attack. The doctor who attended my father feels that the attack came on suddenly and was over quickly, and...read more

by Ceravesium

"I wish you would have waited, I wish that I could have sailed you away, With my flotilla of love surrounding you, On your peaceful journey that day." The eulogy was short and swift. I trembled within and stuttered ...read more

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by Terry L. Gould

She smiled with her eyes, and that gleaming Irish optimism made you smile, too. She was seventy-seven when the doctor gave her the news; "terminal liver disease". Her body was being poisoned from the inside. He told he...read more

by Glenn Roesener

February 27th, 2008. Today, I wept. A package came for me yesterday. The mailman left a note that since I wasn't here, it would be waiting for me at the Post Office. Today, I went to claim that package. The package...read more

by Tiff Poland

Actually, he was superman. He just liked to pretend to be my Daddy. He couldn't leap over a building in a single bound (which, by the way, why would you do that if you could fly?) and he wasn't faster than a speeding bulle...read more

by Jolynn Arthur

I was 14 years old when my mom died of colon cancer. I still have a very hard time with it, because I blame myself. She had just turned 40 years old in November,and she died in December. I was supposed to be at the hospita...read more

by Shannon Smith

He was called home on August 17,2006. My phone started ringing that morning at 5:00 a.m. I didn't answer it. It rang again at about 6:30 a.m. Again I didn't answer. They left a message. So when I got up at around 7:30,...read more

by Mohamed Salman Faris

The stone simply bounced off the steel beast as it plundered it's way down the street and stopped, slowly turned it's eye towards the thrower. A hatch opened from the top and the beast popped out a man in uniform, he was h...read more

by Celeste Atkina

James was a nice man. He was the type that would go out of his way for everyone, and he always had a great sense of humor. He had many things to be proud of in his life: seeing the birth of his three children (now grown), ...read more

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by T.C Leonard

To me, my father was a great man, and I've yet to meet anybody who would disagree with that. This would be the perfect forum to sing his praises, but, quite honestly, if he's tuned in to this essay that would embarrass hi...read more

by Siempre Verdad

The Absence of Her... My mom passed away. It is the absence of her that pains me the most. I'll be sitting at the computer, and before I know it, I've stopped what I'm doing, my body frozen in space and time. I'm cockin...read more

by Beckie Grubbs

How do you miss someone you never knew? How can you grieve for the father you don't remember? I have a few, scattered memories of the man whose genes I carry, the most vivid is of the last time I saw him. I was only fiv...read more

by Emuesiri Oberabor

I lost my dad some 2 years ago, precisely on September 14 2005. It was the most traumatic period in my life. He was my best friend, brother, mentor and hero. He was a man larger than life and his death brought a frightenin...read more

by Robin Tagabi

Advanced bladder cancer was all I heard. How big? the size of my fist? No. The size of three of your fists. How much time? Maybe six months. I looked into the beautiful eyes of my grandmother as she was told the news....read more

by Jennifer Harlan

I sleep just to dream of your voice to see your face and feel your heart. I imagine the day that I have my wedding when you are not there to walk me down the aisle and I know what it is I will do when the D.J. says. "An...read more

by Tammy Rogers

i am writeing about the man i admire the most my dad , i frist met him on september 25th 1970 the day i was born , most people call him " lighting" he was always there when i needed him , and i'm proud to say for the last ...read more

by Tina Myers

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day my mommy died. It was June of 1972. My daddy, mommy and my sister Sarah was leaving to visit with my Uncle Bob and Aunt Luella. Mommy went around and gave each one of us kid...read more