Descriptive Essay About My Cousin

This past saturday, our family lost the one thing that made our world go round. we lost a person that could not possibly be replaced. we lost a person that made our family stronger than ever. we lost a person that taught us more than any school or institution could teach. we lost gramp, and i lost my best

My mother’s last conversation with Richard Hart was on October 28, 2015. He was asking her where my volleyball game was and if he could come to cheer me on, as he did every week. Three few weeks ago I glanced into the stands at a game and saw him. Mr. Hart was there sitting three rows from the top. My heart surged with pride and love for my old fifth grade teacher. Focused on the game, he never noticed me smile and wave to him. Opening the gym doors, he left during the second half to pick up his 9 year daughter from soccer practice before I was able to thank him. That was the last time I saw Richard

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

My stepfather, who my mom just married, gave us the opportunity to meet this one man that used to work for him, his name was Curtis. He had cancer and he only had months to live. I started to create a bond with Curtis, we talked about sports and had a good time together. Then the last visit I could see him, I didn’t go, he died the very next day. I regret never seeing him on that last day I could have saw him. It haunts me every day, what could we have talked and laughed about. I was able to see Curtis’ burial at the Monte Vista Cemetery, the last goodbye, but definitely not the last time that we will laugh together.

The fact that this happened so close to the holiday where we celebrate family and friends shocks me and I wonder what it is like to be my former friend Michael, I wonder what he had to have been going through, and the pain he must’ve been feeling. I’ve told few people, and they don’t know what it’s like to almost lose your best friend and then lose him again. I have lost a friend before this and never fully got over it. This event caused much stress and pain. I know that I will never recover fully from this, but I will try my best to live life to the

About five years back, one of my best friends Jonny died, and to this day, I still grieve his death in my dreams and there are some days that I sit around and cry my eyes out. Some people don’t get it. Jonny was a very important part of my life and my brother’s lives. He never seemed to talk very much, but he brought this very positive mood to the group. He was like one of my brothers. His parents were abusive so he kind of had a rough run at it. He was never very book smart but he was very street smart. Nothing could frighten Jonny, he was fearless.

My great grandfather Bob Howell, who we called Papa Bob, was one of the greatest men ever in my opinion. He taught us many things, from how to treat one another to how to get through life accomplishing many things. Not too long ago he had experienced a fall. My cousins were outside doing yard work and had came in to get a drink, when the youngest heard someone. She saw papa Bob laying on the ground of his bathroom floor, and ran to get her sister. I got a call from her saying that she couldn 't get a hold of any of our parents. I started to panic and called my parents over and over until my dad answered. Papa Bob made it to the hospital, had scans done and got checked upped, but they said he was fine. As months went by he was never quite himself again, I blamed it on the fall secretly, but the doctors never found anything. It was getting worse and worse until he was put in the hospital. I knew his time was coming and I tried to spend time with him and listen to his stories when I could.

Once, in the first week following his passing, I came through my front door and looked at the area where he would usually be sitting or lying. I called for him with the foolish notation that he would appear and come running to me. But of course, he did not. Then, I walked past his empty food bowls and tears started running down my face. It was a shattering reminder that he was gone and never coming back.

Sisters. Sisters, the people who think it's really funny to get you in trouble. At least that's what my sisters like. I'm Sarah Oakland and my sister is named Claudia. She's the one who never gets in trouble and the one that gets whatever she wants. It's pretty unfair actually, before she was born my parents would want to play with me everyday and now they spend a lot more time with her. I don't get it. Anyway, here's what my life is like now…

Ray was my dad's only brother in Missouri that would stay in touch with him all the time. My Grandma, was just really worried and just lost it when he told her what happened. She booked a flight, that day. And flew out the next day. When she arrived at the hospital she went back to the CICU and stayed back there for at least two and half hours. Rays other brother Jason Portillo, and his family drove down from California. It took a few days for them to arrive. The doctor came in and said, “We are not sure he is going to make it unless we put him on life support.” Erika decided to put him on life support until his dad got there to see him. A few days later my Grandpa had arrived and spent some time back in the CICU. I decided I would go back there to see him. When i got back to the room I lost it. It just is not something you or anyone else can prepare

My neighbor is one of those annoying wannabe YouTube personalities. Over the years, I’ve seen him cough out cinnamon, lay flat on the hood of his car as it slowly creeps down the driveway, and douse himself in lukewarm water, all the while screaming epic win, epic fail, or, fuck, epic maintenance of the status quo, for all I know. It can get tiring to watch him go about his shenanigans in the pursuit of viral fame. So, when he knocked on my door the other day, told me he was going away for a few weeks, and asked that I get his mail, honestly, it was a relief. I can’t explain the peace of mind I had knowing I didn’t have to brace myself for any of his stupidity for a while. I was always afraid his stunts would wind up bleeding over into my life.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

When thinking about my nephew, I always believed I knew everything about him, but speaking to him about his high school and college life I realized there was more to him than I thought at first. Kyle Hawkins, always had the look of someone who would strive as a professor hence his family nickname the professor. From reading to the encyclopedia and the dictionary like any other normal book ,cover to cover, to playing super smash brothers tournaments with the family he's all around a great person. But more into his life in school Kyle was always homeschooled until attending high school at Jay saying “It was quite a change in pace, as I wasn't used to the public school system at first.” Going further into the first year he mentioned “ I slowly adapted and learned how to carve out my own place in the hierarchy though and crafted my identity.” He went on to say that academically it didn't seem too hard and building his confidence until he was in harder classes.

As my aunt drove closer and closer to the school, I found myself getting progressively more nervous. It was my first day at my new school after I moved here in the summer. I had a few months to adjust to my new home and get familiar with my new surroundings, but nothing could get me prepared for a whole new school. L had been great help with settling in and getting me used to my newest home, though. She’s truly was the best cousin I could have asked for, I seriously don't know where I would be without her. She’s more like a best friend to me. We’re the same age, the difference between us being just 10 days, which she loved to rub in my face.

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.