Dying In High School

While growing up several deaths that took place within my family. Some I had no idea who the people were but can clearly memorialize the funerals taking place and the reactions of those around me. Even though I cannot recall any memories of my great grandfather, I can remember when he passed away. Everyone was gathered at my great grandparents' house in Kerrville,

death among my peers. It is something that has never left me. I still think about this event every

When I was 7 years old I attended a funeral for my great grandfather. He was 105, and had lived a full life. I wasn’t very close to him but seeing him in the casket was so odd and he looked like an alien. I was a curious child so I stood in front of the casket just observing the body and glancing around at the sadness that this room was filled with. My uncle joined me and asked me if I had said spoken to my great grandfather. I just looked up at him and said “No, he is dead”, since I was pretty certain dead people didn’t talk anymore. Well, he proceeded to tell me that if I asked him a question, my great grandfather would indeed respond. I didn’t ask since I was already scared at this point. My uncle did for me, he asked, “Grandpa, if you

The first memory I have of death would be that of my dog, Gucci. At the time, I was six years old. I remember waking up that morning and finding my mother in the backyard holding my dog to her chest, crying, and advising me to say my last goodbyes. I recall my father taking him to his car, informing me that he was going to take him to a better place. I did not really understand what was happening at that time in view of the fact that I thought he was a healthy dog. My mother told me that he was in a lot of pain and that the doctors would put him out of his misery. She explained that he was gone and was not

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

I knelt beside the form of my dog, a friend from birth, dying. His trusting eyes looked into mine as he breathed his last breath. I cried more that day than I had ever cried in my entire life. One of my best friends, dead. But no matter how sad and horrifying that day was for me, it will always be implanted in my memory as the first time I ever lost someone close to me.

When I was in eighth grade my great grandmother passed, she was a sweet woman with a great sense of humor. She was the first dead body I ever witnessed. Her death was hard to cope with at first because I had never dealt with something like this before but when I had heard the news about Miranda my entire mind and body crumbled. I considered

When I was a sophomore, I woke up on Martin Luther King Jr. Day to lots of posts on Instagram of my friend in band. They would have “Rest in Peace, you will be missed dearly.” I thought it was a joke made by his friends to play with him, but soon enough I realized that it wasn’t a prank. My friend had died the previous night due to heart failure. We had parish honor band later that week, and the rehearsal was during his funeral. So I was not able to be in the honor band that year. I was really down after he had passed away. I was to the point to where I didn’t want to pay attention in class because I was still in shock that he was gone. It took a while to recuperate, but as time passed by I started to feel better. I still miss and think about

The day Lou Reed died my heart dropped. Sure, many of the idols in my record crate have come and gone (Harrison, Hendrix, Cobain), but this felt different. I never experienced the actual pain of their death as it had already happen when I begun to listen to their music. Heroin, a song that had always represented obsession and being a slave to passion, was suddenly altered after a friend of mine had died from an overdose last year. I stared out the window of the train as I was going into the city and found myself beginning to

When I was 8( this would be 2014)My pawpaw died.I don't know exactly why but it was really sad.I would hardly come out of my room. The only times I would come out of my room is when i ate or to take a shower.I got over it later and I was fun again.It was still really sad even after his death, but it happened for I good reason I guess.

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.

Surviving high school is no easy task. From the very first day of class, students are forced to find comradery in various social circles. These cliques can range from sports jocks, to math and band geeks, to school club members, and to the social outcasts who could care less about school. While there are more various types of groups, the most common are the jocks and the nerds. As far as everybody in the school in concerned, the popular athletes and the “wimpy” nerds are from two very different planets. However, while there are a lot of differences between the two as far as physical appearance goes, I had the honor of being part of both worlds, and I know for a fact that they have more in common than either would care to admit.

A few years back when animal beanies were a “thing”. My mom and i bought two a panda and lion one. Later that night the lights were . I was going to the bathroom as I was turning the corner pops out a shadowy lion face human body shape figure screaming like goes getting slaughtered. I was aghast and started sobbing.

I know I keep mentioning my great grandmother, but it is one of the most recent personal experiences I have with bereavement, and for those who are tired of the broken record, I apologize....

Have you ever had someone that was close to you die? I have had pets that I was close to die, but not someone I saw on weekly bases, until my great grandfather died. Death is something everyone experiences some time in their lifetime and people deal with it in many different ways. In the August of 2016, I was forced to learn how I was going to learn to deal with it.