Descriptive Essay About My Cousin

I couldn't breathe.I couldn't think or know how to feel about any of this. I asked the cops with breathless words. “What happened to Dylan is he ok? Can I talk to him.” The cops looked down at my unvacuumed carpet and sighed with regret. “Robyn... after they killed and hurt all of those people. They killed themselves. Dylan is dead.” My heart sank into my stomach and I couldn't think about anything but how Dylan lied to me. Officer Peterson then looks at me in the eyes “Robyn we think you are involved of this shooting.”

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.

On Feb. 24, 2017, I lost Sean, and my wife,Sandra, in a car crash. It was a dark, rainy evening when the accident happened. Sandra had called to let me know that she had gotten off work early and said she could pick up our son, Sean, from soccer practice. I insisted on picking him up, but Sandra said it would be better if I were to stay with our sixteen month old daughter, Summer. After thirty minutes, I called them. Sandra answered the phone to tell me that she picked up Sean, but all of a sudden, I heard a crash, and then the call went silent. “Sandra?” I said quietly, and there was no reply. I yelled “Sandra?!” Yet, there was no reply, until I heard the siren of a fire truck. Suddenly, my entire world started collapsing.

David Camm was an Indiana State Trooper who arrived home in September 2000 to find his wife and two children shot dead in their car. David Camm had been playing basketball with family and friends in a church gym, as he did every week. He left the church around 9:17pm, drove home, discovered the bodies and called the police in a span of 12 minutes. David’s wife, Kimberly, and their children, 5-year-old daughter Jill, and 7-year-old son Brad were at swim class until 7 p.m before they arrived home (Fisher, 2013). David Camm became the police’s prime suspect almost immediately. The police theorized “that Camm had arrived home at 9:22, killed his family, disposed of the gun (it has not been recovered), cleaned up the crime scene, then called 911” (Fisher, 2013). However, upon closer examination of the crime scene, specifically the blood

Received a request from Josephine Sullivan to consult with Cherneka McClendon dejected, emotional patient waiting to see Dr. Nuthi. Mr. Chapman was alert and oriented to person, place and time. She was accompanied by her parents Debra Ford and Bobby Sales, who were in the exam room with the patient offered moral support. Josephine informed me before going in to see the patient that on October 30, 2015 her 18 year old son was shot in the head and killed. When I spoke to the parents I was told that they believe that the patient’s son was murdered, and that they are very concerned about their daughter because she and her son were very close. The parents reported that the patient is an only child and only has a 5 year old son left at home, Jayden

Tyler Anthony Novojoski sounds just like an everyday regular guy. He may not be your favorite celebrity, best friend, or even your family, but he is one really amazing guy. I know what you're probably thinking how can you even have true love or even care about someone you don’t know. Simple, you just sit back grab a bowl of popcorn and let me tell you about Tyler, and I can promise you will wish he was a part of your life somehow. I met Tyler back on a spooky, cold, and dark Halloween night, the year two thousand fourteen. That day I met him left an everlasting impact on my life that is how truly amazing he is. Before we met I was just hanging out with my friend Autumn and she knew I was going to be starting at Panera bread. She decided to text Tyler and his friend Brandon to come pick us up and hangout. In my head I was super excited at least we wouldn't be just sitting around anymore. They finally reached my house, Tyler was driving an older white Jeep Cherokee with red swirls on the side. We got into the car and, the first thing I smelled was a strong whiff of men cologne. Tyler and Brandon turned around to introduce themselves to me. When I looked at Tyler in the eyes my heart stopped, I got butterflies. I couldn't help but keep thinking how crazy cute he was. After we all were introduced we drove around for awhile and just talked and got to know each other.

Details: We got a call at 8:15 AM about mysterious gunshots going off in the house of John Doe. We headed to 4th street to find out what was going on. The police had already been there and described that John Doe is dead. I walked through the door of the house and saw there were multiple footsteps from the officer, and multiple people that had already been

The phone rings. It’s three am. Mrs. Smith knows something is wrong immediately. Her son Sean, seventeen year-old, straight A student, and local high school quarter back, didn’t come home last night. He never called. She answers the phone, dreading what will come next. It’s the state police. There was an accident on Route 5, a head on collision. Her son was driving while intoxicated. He swerved into the other lane, right into oncoming traffic. The driver of the other car didn’t make it. She died on impact. Her son was on his way to the hospital, he lost a lot of blood. They didn’t know if he would make it either.

“Daniel is dead!” I blurted out. Then came the tears I’d tried so hard to hide. They ran on and on down my face like a waterfall. I don’t know how long I was crying, but I know that at one point I ran out the door and all the way to my grandparents’ house. It must’ve taken me an hour, at least. They lived fifteen miles out of town, but I was audacious. When I reached my destination, I knocked on the door desperately. My grandma answered it and saw my red, blotchy face. A worried look made its way to

On May 19th at approximately 2:20am my big brother was shot and murdered by an unknown suspect. This incident took place in the 2600 block of Bowen road southeast Washington D.C. My brother was on of my biggest supporters. He will always be my biggest hero. My brother was a very kind, smart, and funny person who like to workout in the boxing gym. At 3:25 am I heard a knock on the door, so I decided to go see who it was. At the same time as I was coming out of my room my father was coming out too. As we approached the door we started hearing screaming and hollering. As we got close enough to the door we realized that it was my oldest brother coming to tell us that my brother was murdered.

He was well motivated, energetic, sincere, responsible, and was always willing to help others on short notice. He never disappointed me on anything I assigned him to do.

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.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

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.

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.