I don’t remember much of what happened the day about 10 years ago when my real dad died. I think it was march may 2005 that I saw my daddy getting ready to go out somewhere. Somehow I found out that he was going to the bar again and I kept telling him not to go. He said that he was just going to have 1 beer there and he was going to come home. Someone talked him into having more, I never found out who. On his way home he ran into an electrical pole on his motorcycle. Thankfully one of my classmates (Lucas) grandpa was nearby and called it in. My 2 siblings and I were at our grandma’s house when the cops told my mom, so she called our grandma and she took us home. Everyone was there crying. The 3 of us (my sister, my brother, and me) didn’t
Hello Professor Clement after reading over the scenario again I feel that his death could have been caused by an accident because he could have been with some friends who were trespassing on the property and drinking. Therefore, given his age he could have been drunk and fell which may have caused him to hit his head. There is also the fact that he could have had a medical condition which no one knew about which could have caused him to have a sudden heart attack because a heart attack has no age of person. Furthermore, if the victim was not murdered and there was others with him but they were trespassing they would not want to get in trouble for being on someone else’s property without permission plus they could have been drinking and had
ID#513295 who entered the trailer to locate the body and declared time of death at 1934 hours. Roberts did not disturb the body, nor the scene. The deceased was later identified by his Florida Drivers License as William Gilley. I spoke with the property managers Mike Kenny, and Brian Fannon. Kenny advised they received a call from Gilley's boss who grew concerned when he had called out sick and then did not show up for work on 10/22/15 when he was scheduled.
How are you today? I appreciate your interest in sitting my son, here are some information about my son, Jerry He is 3 years old, he is a great kid and easy to get along with. He is a sweet, loving boy who loves to swim, play, be outside, go to parks, go on walks and just have fun. He is very bright, engaging, and love to explore his surroundings. He is potty trained, free eater, well cultured, very well behaved and well mannered and he is not allergy to food or anything.
In the fall of 2009, my dad picked me up to take me to his house for the weekend. That morning we drove around to his friend’s houses. He spent time with them and I played with their children. My dad was drinking and became drunk. We started to head to his house when the accident happen.
“What really happens after you die?” This question passes the mind of the living, no doubt, numerous times in their lifetime. To think about it, even for a moment, gives us a feel of insanity. The answer lies beyond what we can only believe. Perhaps, we may never know what really happens after death until we are dead and in the ground.
I’m sure that we all had a pet pass away in our lives. It’s really heartbreaking to realize that your pet that was around you most of your life has passed away and that they are no longer with you. What helps me overcome the unhappiness of my dog passing away is to think about what my parents say to me all the time and that is she is in a better place now. But it still very dispiriting to think that my dog is gone forever. It’s been almost 2 ½ years now since my dog passed away.
… As I have grown up. I have had what I would call an interesting and unique life. If I had the chance to revisit or talk to someone or something in my past, first I would want to talk to my great grandmother Barbara Ann. Next I would want to see my dog Chewy again. Lasty I would want to go to Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge.
He told Alex (my twin sister) and I to wait in the truck. I was confused and curious as to why we had stopped. I just had assumed my dad had to use the restroom and couldn’t hold it any longer. That was until my dad abruptly climbed down into the ditch alongside the road. He made his way through the corn stover, nearing a tall green plant.
Denial I have dreamed and thought about this exact moment for months now. The moment we would confess our juvenile love for eachother, kiss one another, lay next to each other, and talk about our senseless ideas. I fell in love with you, us, the idea of us, and what our future held for us. Denial is the refusal to admit the truth or reality of something, Merriam Webster Dictionary.
During the fall in eighth grade, my Grandpa died. If I could speak to anyone dead I would choose him. It has been about two years now since he died and I would ask him what it is like. He suffered from Parkinson’s Disease and I would ask him how his fight to survive was and why he ended his fight. He had Parkinson's for about 6 years, and it started to get worse as he aged.
I pulled the trigger. Everything went dark. We were all reunited. I 'm nobody. Always have been, always will be.
Once upon a time, I lived. I lived a wealthy and hospitable life in aristocratic circles; however, that same young man became greedy and corrupt to a point where a deal was struck with the devil. It was 1890 when I died, although my casket remains empty to this day. I have continued with my life from that day forth—always living, no matter how sinister, and never dying. I stay a few years in one place before moving on and establishing somewhere else.
I believe I experienced emotional autonomy when I started to de-idealize my father. Prior to entering the adolescent period of my life, I already did not think very highly of my father. For as long as I can remember my father had been around physically, but he never he was never present and this made very unreliable. But, he was my dad and I guess I still thought that he could be better.
He had been in the hospital for a couple of weeks now with a sickness that paralyzed him from the neck down. The man had been fighting hard with this disease, but the more he stayed fighting it, the more problems came. He began to do better, but then things took a turn for the worst. When he, Derick, passed my dad and my brother were both heartbroken. To my brother it was like losing his second dad.
The death of a family member, especially at a young age has a major effect on a child. My grandfather died when I was in seventh grade and the experience and emotions I felt as a result of his death changed me. Even though his death did not come as a surprise to anyone in my family, my family was still devastated. He was the head of our family and I was not sure what we were going to do without him. I came home from school one day and my mom said we needed to talk.