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.
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
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ARMAND, uncharacteristically leaning against the wall casually. “Over five hundred years I’ve been alive, David, and never have I ever stopped to acknowledge all that I have done during my years until tonight. But that doesn’t mean that I am not aware of my age, of the years that I have spent on this earth. I told you my story, how I began and what happened after. You know practically all that I have done─the condensed version, at least.
One memory I distinctly remember of my dad was when he took me to the daddy daughter dance. It was a couple of months before he left for Afghanistan. I remember getting all dressed up in a lime green dress with pretty pink flowers on it. I felt like a princess in it.
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.
… 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.
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.
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.
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.
Losing my father at a very young age and realizing with tears in my eyes that he might never come back to his family, especially to me. This made the prospect of life and the world a lot bigger as well as intimidating and the thought of not having a father around terrified me greatly. Living without a fatherly figure was the most challenging obstacle have ever had to overcome. Everyone needs a male role model to influence how they will grow up into a young prosperous man. The absent father figure in my childhood was a difficult obstacle to overcome because I never met due to him leaving his family for another woman, I was disappointed and alone, this event impacted emotionally.
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.
“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.
