I was devastated to learn my last surviving grandfather had passed away and I had not been back in recent years to see him. After his death, I found my calling to go back and help my fellow
He was a great person and always spent his free time with his family. Family was most important to him. My father showed his love for my siblings and I in many different ways, ways I remember well. One of the ways he showed his love was by getting a tattoo of each of our initials around his arm. This tattoo made me feel special because it showed how much he loved his children because he out a permanent mark of us on his body.
He was taken so soon at the young age of 30. He had so much life to live. He was married to a beautiful and strong wife, who has become my pillar of inspiration as she continues to be the strong for her family and their children. Their daughter, Izzy, has become the backbone of their family. Being diagnosed with Leukemia at the age of two, she offers me a solace of hope as she represents what it means
Dealing with the death of a loved one can be an emotionally difficult experience, but by effectively dealing with the grief, I was able to successfully recover and move on. Two years ago, my family and I got the horrendous news that my aunt, who raised my mom, had passed away after a long journey of lung failure. It was truly a tough burden for all of us to endure. To begin with, I mourned over the loss for such a long stretch of time. I would frequently be recollecting all of the memories and unforgettable times that we had together.
January 23, 2002 (Wednesday) I was born. I’m ninety-five percent sure it was “blizzard-like” or at least a heavy snow. I was a very ugly baby; I looked like a boy and I did up until I was ten. My story isn’t special in any way, I haven’t made my mark on the world yet, but maybe in fifteen years I’ll be able to look back at this personal narrative and I’ll understand why I am who I am. When I was born, I was born into religion, obviously not my choice but I’m under my parents’ rules until I’m eighteen.
Vacation on a cruise Terror fled over the people as the boat went down. People were screaming and trying to find the life jackets. Chloe, Aubriee, and Amanda dropped the lifeboat… they hit the water with a big SMACK!!! “ Come on, we have to go now!’’ Amanda shouted, “ We can’t go shopping today, Chloe and I have to work” said Aubriee
PERSUASION & PRESSURE It was not hard for him to recall how he met what he would later call the love of his life. Regardless of all of the times he had tried in vain to forget the amatory recollections, all of the nefarious glasses of wine he had imbibed in attempts to wash away the taste of her cherry lipstick, or all of the lines he had drawn to stay away from every inch of her. He could not abscond the sillage of her Chanel N°5 that always lingered after her departure, nor could he ever fail to remember the emanation of her Marlboro Red’s that stay stuck to her clothes like last night's affairs. Every word that tumbled from her deceitful lips was etched into his mind and written twice over. Every sigh that cascaded from her sunken mind
We had just gotten off of the tea cups, when we walked past Apollo's Chariot. My dad said as a joke “Hey Emily do you want to go on the roller coaster?”. I thought about it for a second and then I said, “sure”. He was surprised, but he said “let's do it!”.
A family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son, lived in a quaint little cabin shrouded in the thick foliage miles away from civilization. It was a late afternoon. A cool breeze swept over the silent, wooded neighborhood. The two siblings were home alone left to tend their studies.
A few months ago, as my mother picked me up from school, she broke the news to me that my grandfather developed stage 4 lung cancer. Since my grandfather is one of the most important people in my life, hearing the news that he was soon passing away made me, and the people around me feel completely helpless. As my mom broke this horrible news to me, I shut myself from believing it. I find it quaint that my grandfather impacted my life in such a tremendous way. Although my grandfather was not biologically related to me, he taught me how giving up is never the solution to a problem.
My family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting. I went with my mom to go pick up my friend, while the rest of the family went to the Rockies game and went to get some food. Sometime later me, my friend, and my mom all arrive at the Rockies game.
You don't realize how easily little things turn into big things until after you wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's finale announce itself on the T.V. upstairs. I packed in what was left on my plate, thanked my parents for food, and excused myself from the table to throw my dishes in the sink that was piling high with dishes. I dashed to the stairs and hit the first step before my dad began to interrogate me with questions about school and other things that had not involved my show that was now beginning without me. I gave him words of assurance and darted for the couch.
All growing up, Washington was a place of sunshine, family, and exploring. It was more than just a summer vacation, it was a second home. When I was 13, I became absolutely determined to save enough money to purchase a plane ticket and I set out to make that dream a reality. Once I had saved enough to get a roundtrip ticket, I pitched the idea to my mom, and because she wanted to reward my determination, she made plans for me to stay with my grandpa.
One explicit, gorgeous Wednesday morning, I’m awakened by the sound of my phone. “Hello?” “Hey Bruce, sorry for the inconvenience of time but we have an emergency meeting at an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Tiger Mountain, Washington Forest.” “Alright, that’s fine. Hey, are you feeling okay?
5 years ago, my grandmother was sick, we already knew that she gonna die. But we didn’t wanted it. It was a hard time for my father. Everyday he went to the hospital to visit her. He got tired everyday.
