A Day Died Of Heart Attack

brother this past summer when we went to Disneyworld. I t was one of the best days of my life and one I

The most memorable day that I could recollect would be a visit to six flags in Maryland. My trip to six flags was special, due to the fact that I had a chance to spend time with my family. The colossal amusement park where both family and friends can retreat was exciting to me.. It was more nostalgic for me when I visited the amusement park because I was a minor at that time. The cause for me and my family going to six flags was for my birthday. My birthday was November 27th that same weekend we vacationed to the amusement park. I was overly excited to be there, it was my first experience going to six flags.

When we arrived, we learned that the game had actually been postponed until tomorrow due to the baseball field being soaked with rain. As we arrived back at my grandparent’s house we received news that changed my family’s life forever. Both my father and I had learned that while we were away for not longer than 10 minutes, my grandmother had peacefully passed away. This news was extremely devastating for us because not only was it my father’s mother, but it was my grandma, who was the one who was always at my baseball games supporting me and was always willing to have me over after my school days during elementary school. As we came to accept the fact that she was finally gone, we were both struck with our emotions. It was a very emotional time for my family and I still have not been able to cope with her being gone. Everyday I feel as if a piece of me is missing and this feeling will probably be with me for the rest of my life because the effect that my grandma had on my life was that devastating. Now as I look back on this day almost exactly two years later, I can still feel the emptiness that I felt on that

There is one day that will always stick out in my mind. I was down at the Wabash River with my family and friends celebrating Labor Day. I was doing what any second grader would be doing, riding my bike, enjoying the outside. I had no care in the world while I was riding my bike. I only cared about two things, having fun and the wonderful weather.

Currently, it was summer and our family was very busy getting ready for a vacation to India. I was excited too since I was going after many years and vaguely remembered my previous

It was not sudden; she had been suffering for a little less than a year. I kind of remember the “chain of reactions’ that led up to the diagnosis. It was around the fourth of July and we went to my grandparent’s house to celebrate. Shortly after arriving, everyone migrated to the pool area, where my Dad noticed that half of my grandma’s face was “melting” and her arm wasn’t through one sleeve of her shirt. After pointing that out, my grandpa proceeds to inform us that a few days prior, she had fallen on the ground while outside as a result of a medical issue and has been off ever since. Surprised to hear this, my dad told my grandpa to take her to the doctor. This day was the beginning of the end.

the rain falling , it was an amazing day. Also ,we went to the clear water beach , it was one of the

My best moment was when i went to the Florida Keys over Christmas break in 2015. It was a two week trip just on our way to the Keys. On our way we stopped at the Creation Museum down in Kentucky and we stayed at my grandpa’s house in Maranatha Village down in Sebring Florida. When we finally got down to the Keys i couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. The water was that beautiful blue color and there was nothing but colorful coral and crystal blue water everywhere. When we got to where we were staying it was packed. There were more campers than we could count. The campground was on it’s own little island on the highway. My dad used to work there while my grandpa sang for an audience in the outdoor bar by the pool and hot tub. When i went to

January 8, 2012 dawned Cristal cold in Denver. The snowfall from the night before had vanished, giving way to bright sunshine. The winter sun began its slow ascension above the Rocky Mountains, as if to glimpse over the upper deck of Mile High Stadium at the spectacle to come. It was cold. However, the chances of the Broncos proceeding to the second round of the NFL playoffs were even colder.

January 8, 2012 dawned Cristal cold in Denver. The snowfall from the night before had vanished, giving way to bright sunshine. A distant sun began its slow ascension, as if to glimpse over the upper deck of Mile High Stadium at the spectacle to come. It was cold. However, the chances of the Broncos proceeding to the second round of the NFL playoffs was even colder.

In the fall, it was coming time to compete with my golf team for a state title. The entire team had put in a summer’s worth of practicing and preparing for these few days. After the first day we were just a few strokes behind and we knew that the final day was going to be a dogfight to the very end. I got to play in the final grouping. As I approached the final tee box, one of my teammates in the crowd tells me, “we’re up on them by two strokes.” I was confident in all of the preparation in had put into this day and when the final putt dropped and we had emerged victorious, it was pure ecstasy.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

October 10th, 2013 at 7:30pm. The day of my grandma death. The day that changed my life forever. The day I will never forget. My grandma was my everything, she was the lady who raised me since I was born. I never had a mother or father, the only person who cared for me was my grandma. The day my grandma died I was in my senior year of high school and I had just came home from cheerleading practice. That was an unusual day for me because when I woke up that morning my grandma wasn't up cooking breakfast like she usually does she was in her bed asleep still. I looked outside and the sun was just rising. I went in her room that morning before I left for school and said these exact words, "Good morning grandma if you’re not feeling well, I could stay home with you and take you to the doctor." In a raspy low voice my grandma replied, "Good morning sweetie I'm okay I was just feeling a little sick this morning but I'm better now. You better get to school now before you are late.” Okay, Grandma Love you, call me if you need me", I replied. On my way to school all I thought about was why my grandma sounded like that this morning and how she wasn't up doing her normal routine. I have never seen my grandma get sick before. She was always the one taking care of me making sure I was okay. But I just pushed the feeling over just thinking my grandma was okay and I was just overthinking. I should've stayed home that day. I should've noticed that my grandma really was sick.

As a food lover and adventurous eater, I've certainly eaten so many kinds of food from many countries around the world. And I have a lot of good and bad moments related to food. However, when you ask me about the most memorable meal that I have eaten in my life, perhaps the first thing that appears in my mind is my daddy’s soup.

Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers' license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.