Growing up, my mother has always been a big part of my life. She always seemed to know what to say to comfort me when times were tough. As I was growing up, my mother and I would argue a lot and I would get hit a lot, grounded, and punished for being disrespectful. I didn’t realize the things I had, I was in a big rush to grow up, and I didn’t enjoy my childhood as I should’ve. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that I couldn’t be a kid, I just chose not to.
During this time, my grandfather was in and out of the hospital until finally in ’97, they amputated his left leg due to diabetes. Diabetes runs in my family, between my uncle, my mother, and my grandfather. After that he was placed in dialysis going three times a week. My mother and me used to take him to dialysis Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. When I was fourteen I took my mother’s truck and went joy riding and lost control causing me to flip the truck and crash .I was taken to the hospital.
Later that day my mother and I were laying in bed talking about what I had done, being that we were both shaken up about the whole incident. Around 11:30, the police arrived and I was arrested for taking my mother’s truck. I think at that moment, my mother died inside to see me being placed in handcuffs. My grandfather being the strong man that he was could not bear to see me at that moment, and I noticed a tear come down his face .At that moment I knew it was all too real. I was brought in for taking my mother’s truck and released to my mother later that night. Thing’s changed from there on. It wasn’t the same anymore, my mother had a hard time getting back and fourth to work, plus the problem’s she already had before at her job, it made it even worse.
She had diabetes and didn’t take care of herself .She would have these night’s that she would have these pain’s that she couldn’t stand. Crying and trying to hold on till finally we would go to the hospital and we would sit there for hours and hours until finally were attended. But the situation only got worse. With my grandfather going to dialysis and my mother in and out of the hospital, I was at home causing more problems. I would leave and be out in the street goofing off and trying to get away from home. At the time, all there was arguments and yelling and screaming, I wanted to get away from it all.
Thru out all this my mother’s condition wasn’t getting any better and well they amputated her left leg and later on her right. She was placed in a nursing home to complete rehabilitation. At first it was great and she was going thru the program but she started getting back in her old ways, she didn’t take care of herself. I wasn’t was doing so good my self, I was constantly getting suspended from school for fighting and skipping school and being sent home to hang out cause that’s all I did. I was kicked out of school and my uncle and aunt took me in on his side town and placed me in school to keep out of trouble. Since I did stay out of trouble but I was doing horrible in school and the same thing over and over again. I had a hard time staying concentrated in class so I would act out .I wish thing’s were different but it wasn’t.
I would go to the nursing home and visit my mother to see how she was doing. Meanwhile my grandfather wasn’t doing to good and his condition seemed to get worse and worse. All my life he’s been a strong man and for me to see him the way he was, was hard, and I know he felt the same for himself.
