Eulogy For Emily

Emily finds herself writing poetry, telling stories, talking to people and animals, and asking God for help whenever there’s a tough time headed her way. She spills out her poems onto paper to make herself feel better. I think Emily and I are kindred spirits.

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

Thinking about her brings me back to the first day we met, our freshman year of high school, in health class. My natural tendency to arrive early, lead me to be the first one in class that afternoon, giving me my prime spot of choice, the far corner. I felt safe there, where I could see everyone, without everyone seeing me. I watched the rest of the students come filing in through the

The weekends seemed very long and boring because I missed talking and playing with her. She was my only friend with time we became best friends. I started to realize that I was wrong and had the wrong perspective about African Americans, Kyla wasn’t the person I thought she was. As time goes by little by little my trust started to build toward her. Knowing I had my best friend by my side I didn't look forward going home. As the school year was almost over I became closer and considered her my only best friend. Middle school year came we begged our parents to be in the same middle school and so we got what we wanted. Everytime our new classmates in middle school ask if we were friends we would say "no were sister's". I was very grateful that the next two year I would have her in my life. One day I went home very happy but that came to a short ending. We sat down for dinner and my mom told me that we were moving back to our home town Galt, CA I asked “Mom, what do you mean?”. “We are moving!” she replied. “Why are you doing this mom, can’t we just stay here until I graduate? I don’t want to make new friends, we have been living here in Sacramento, CA for four years now, I don’t want to leave mama”. “You will make new friends, don’t worry! “She said. I left too my room and started crying, thinking to myself “I don’t want to make new friends nor do I want to leave my best friend Kyla, all the memories we made

Amelia Reiser is one of my best friends and I have known her since I was four and she was three. The Reisers normally live right outside of Philadelphia, but they have a farmhouse behind my house. We would play together as children, but we grew into our friendship, we were not close for a long time. Amelia was a happy-go-lucky child and was very energetic. I was a more serious child and would rather read a book then run around outside. It took awhile to mature and achieve a balance that both of us were happy with, but by the time I entered middle school we were very close, despite the distance. We would spend summers together usually at the farmhouse and she would also come up for weekends during the year.

Emily is a freshmen student at University of Nebraska Lincoln with design major. She is from Omaha, but she lives her at Select hall and go to Omaha at the weekends. She has five family members, two brothers, two sisters, her father and she. She lost her mother in “that day” she said. Although her mother is die, she is happy with her family, because she believes that god take a good people to give you best people. On addition, she is working to writing a short story about her life and she dream to graduate ant peon a small clothes boutique.

Hello, my name is Emily DeSonia, my friends and family call me Emily. In the past, I have taken basic math, Algebra 1, and a little bit of Geometry. So far, I have figured out that I like Algebra, but Geometry is a little more difficult for me. Overall, I like math a lot more than other subjects in school. In my spare time I like to play piano, violin, and guitar. I also enjoy taking long

The daughter was beautiful and a happy baby. Emily was active, play, and full of life like the other babies when she was young:

Changed her life, changed her name, she was someone all new. Aradia Rose Williams, she was the part of me that just endured. She survived through the losses and realizations of the girl she was and what she had been through. But now, she only had one parent. A single mother, not the same one that she was born to. She had a bigger house now with even less people and less time with this mother. She had two brothers now and a nanny four days a week in grade school which always made her feel like she was too much work for her mother. Nowadays, I like to keep my distance unless I need her so that she doesn’t think of me as a burden or a bother. There were much more expectations in this stage of life like the religion that we practiced and the responsibilities we were assigned. She hardly looked back on the life she could have had otherwise. Moving to Redmond, Or from Boise, ID was a huge change for this girl at age 10. She didn’t like the more personal feel for a smaller town. Being anonymous and small in a big city was much more her style. Moving through middle school in this new town was really hard starting over and discovering who you are all in one big step. She found new friends that were four years older to match her maturity level and the trials in her life never really stopped. She came close to death and always in fear of losing her brother to all the significant mistakes he was making. From these days, I learned to keep more to

You held on tight to me from the get go and told me that I would be okay. You allowed me to unapologetically be me. You held my hand and guided me through college. You taught me right from wrong. I enjoyed the laughs we shared, the games we played and the times we helped others in need. You introduced me to lifelong friends and mentors. You taught me who I was and where I came from. You pushed me when I was too scared to move on my own. You gave me a lending ear and we even shares a few tears. You shared secrets with me and kept a few of my own. You taught me what hard work was. You didn't try to make me someone else but instead helped me become a better me. You gave me a sense of belonging. You always greeted me with a smiling face. You feed me well. You gave me opportunities I couldn't get anywhere else. You made a huge impact in my life.

Emily needs to experience the ill effects of the loneliness and intensity of being separated from

Growing up I looked up to you. You were so smart & beautiful and seemed to have it together all the time. You were the “mom” on your volleyball team and that showed your teammates how much you cared for them. You were so involved with the youth group at church so much so your face ended up on a bookmark that was given to everyone! You had a smile on your face all the time and I can still hear your laughter down the hall with all your friends hanging out in your room. I still remember getting in the car to go somewhere with you and Jeff Osborn and trying to sit in the front seat, but then he said I can only sit there if I held his hand; it’s safe to say I nearly flew out of the front seat, haha!! All this to say, you were one of the happiest, most genuine people I knew and I looked up to you more than you know.

Me and Debbie had always been so happy, laughing and sharing together. And through our whole time together, I knew from the start that we were meant to be solemates. I would take a bullet for her, and surely she would do the same for me. Every morning I would go to her car before school and bring her Monster and Taco Bell. Every day for two and a half years, we would see each other, and be happy together. We would talk about our classes, and gossip about our friends. Her favorite color was green, and mine was an obviously superior blue. And although we had our ups and downs, we always made it through.

Emily was small, but she soon showed everyone she was also strong, and with the help of her mother's encouraging words, she flourished, teaching her mother an important lesson along the way. Melanie told Dearly:

Our dad’s work together and we have been through alot together. We have also traveled together. We have sooooo many memories!!! One of my favorites is getting left in the snow and almost dying because it was so cold. Another one is when I was standing at her front door and she was at the back and her sister had locked us out. Taylor was at the back door pounding on the window and she hit it one time and the window shattered and I saw her from the front window and couldn’t help but laugh. It was so bad but I’m always the one to laugh in bad