Being Me

Losing a grandparent at the age of 11 and younger was hard enough but losing one at the age of thirty-five hurt just as much. My grandmother is still living, I wasn't as close to them as I was to my other grandparents but there was still a relationship that was built throughout my lifetime. I had the chance to visit my grandfather while he was in the hospital. Regretfully when I went to see him he was too ill to have a conversation with, but my grandmother reassured me that it was ok because he knew I was there. My grandfather was cremated, this was the first time I attended a funeral where I saw a box of ashes holding someone who I loved. His funeral consisted our close family members and my grandfather's remains were placed in a mausoleum. His death affected all of us in one way or another, this was the first time I saw my dad cry. It makes me sad that he is no longer with us but glad he is no longer

I am not perfect, but I learned that If I care what people think about me,I will go crazy, that what my friend felt,She want to be popular,she was a really nice girl with a pretty face, but she didn't believe she was pretty.I heard that she suicided, I couldn't believe that.I asked her parent they said that was true,everyone judged she was criminal,she didn't kill herself they killed her.Some teenagers live in fear by not talking to people who don't dress like them or the way they look, They think people are levels like rich everyone want to be rich, but no one wants to be poor, poplar everyone they want to do like her/him and nude is who left without friends. I can't believe that teenagers copy what singers or actors what they wear and teenagers say they want to be like them, instead teenager should say “I want to be like mom or dad”.teeangers coping people who do drugs or alcohol who do bad stuff. This book for everyone who lost something or someone they love , you should be strong ,try to find real friends and the most important is be who you are.”Do what makes you happy,and don't

sometimes we end up sacrificing something for that. Whether or not it be us losing someone

Having a close relationship with three of my grandparents, as well as being present during each of their dying processes, has greatly shaped my view of death. Death has a way of causing us to reflect. Death causes each of us to reflect on the life that is ending as we know it, to reflect on our lives and to reflect on the legacy we want to leave behind when it becomes our time. Having the

Everyone in the world has to deal with death in their life. It could be with a loved one, a friend, or even yourself. No one lives forever in this world. Some people find death to be unfair, while others deal and understand that death is just part of the life cycle. Death is normal in the human path of life.

America is a melting pot of different cultures. Each culture shares within its group their own beliefs, values, traditions and rituals. All cultures have their own way of handling death and expressing grief often through customs and rituals which are reflected in our understanding of death. Grieflink stated, when someone close to us dies, we mourn this loss inwardly (we might refer to this as the inner experience of grief) but we also mourn in an outward public way (the mourning customs or rituals of our particular society). According to the Cancer.net (2015), in the wake of chaos and confusion created by death customs and rituals help bring a sense of routine and normalcy as well as provide ways for the community to support the bereaved

When I was seven years old, my mother died of a drug overdose and my father went to prison for nine months. I always lived with my grandma and grandpa and they pushed me to excel in everything I did. They pushed me because they knew I began to comprehend that I was living in a drug filled house and community. They wanted more for me. When I was nine years old, my dad also died of a drug overdose. I was devastated. I felt like an orphan and I felt like an outcast. From then on, people in my community had awful opinions about myself, as well as my family. I made a pact that I was going to push past everyone's preconceived expectations for me and be the absolute best version of myself. As the years went on, I started to revolve my life around

Death is different for everyone and every culture. Some see it as a celebration, some a time for mourning and grief, and some cultures just go on with their lives and deal with it however they please. In my family's way of life, it's a time for grieving, but knowing we will see her one day again soon. Religion is a big part of my family and lifestyle, so I know where my mom went, and even though I won't see her on Earth again, I know I will see her in Heaven. Which, even though comforting, was still hard for me to accept and grasp. Transitioning from having my mom to fall back on when I needed help, and her not being there anymore is a harsh part of the reality of adulthood, real adulthood. My mom used to make my appointments for me, took care of me when I was ill, held me when I was sad, and now she's not there. She'll never be there for the most important parts of my life. She'll never see me graduate college, get married, or hold my child in her arms. I am now the sole matriarch of my future family and that was and is still hard to think about. Even though I won't have to take that responsibility on for a few years, I have to deal with that now, because I have to start learning how to do things on my own; not just for me now, but for my future self and family as well. Turning eighteen, graduating from high school, going to college, and the death of my mother is a lot to take in; but like I said

Sure I wish that they would just disappear sometimes like a magic trick, but sometimes you do not understand how amazing a simple thing is until it is gone. When my sister was hospitalized for the first time I felt the worst pain in my life, worse than any broken bone, of which I’ve had a few. I could not sleep knowing that she was suffering. Finally getting to see her took an unmeasurable weight off my shoulders. I was never more willing to do something then when she asked us to take her out and bring her back home, but we needed to accept the reality of what was best. Loyalty is a colossal part of who I am, I would do anything for someone that I hold dear.

it breaks families hearts knowing that that person in their family is gone forever. Then it also

Coping wth the loss of a loved one either by death or just letting them go impacts peoples everyday lives dramatically. People experience all kinds of difficult emotions and it may feel like the pain and sadness you are experiencing will never let up. It can also alter a persons belief and perspectives on life and religion. Religion and belief help us move forward, "In the end, or look below the picture, or follow the words to the next line: The way to begin is always the same as Hello." (15-17)

Holding these celebrations can cause the family and friends to not feel the acceptance of their death and still feel anger, depression, or denial in their heart.

On page 211 of the Kite Runner, the narrator states, “It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place” (Hosseini). This is a true statement because a person who never experiences a certain item cannot feel the pain caused from losing it. I was in sixth grade at Tesseract Middle School when my parents told me they were getting divorced. That day they sat me down on the brown leather couch in the living room. My dad’s eyes were red, so I could tell he had been crying and I was worried someone had passed in the family. Then my mom finally said the words that changed my life, “We are getting divorced and we think it is what is best for the family.” I nodded my head in acknowledgment and then I headed straight to my bedroom

Though some may say, myself included, that the death of a family member is one of the hardest, toughest, traumatic things to deal with, it also comes with a good side. That good side is that it brings people together to not only mourn over a loss, but to celebrate the life of someone great. One can either sink from a situation like this, or one can rise. I feel like my family and I chose to rise from this. We were all changed in so many ways. My grandma, Veronica, was especially changed the most. She and my granddad did absolutely everything together. They

Now I can say that I had never understood others suffering from a bad loss of a dear person.  I would hate to hear that anybody died. When this happened to me, when my dear mother died, I started to understand all those people who lost someone they loved. There are perhaps no proper words to describe this pain, This intolerable pain which tears you apart, which is like a stone on your heart, and which make tears run down your face with each moment spent with the dear person who passed away. Time is unlikely to pass so fast this hurt, no matter what others claim.