Essay about Funeral - Personal Narrative

"Everyone dies, some faster than others, some willingly and others not, but we all die. We all learn that. But it's the fact that you accept it or not. The fact that you take death in with open arms, or run away fearing for your life. I had open arms welcoming death but not now, I have to live for him, he was the one thing I would live for. I was so naive thinking it would last forever. I was stupid thinking that letting someone in would be a good thing for me. When I know everything comes with a price, everything gets too old some day, too broken, too beaten, too unwanted. But it felt so good, so wrong, but so right. I was blinded of what was right in front of me. I killed him. It was my fault

Fire is what sent me to Miami. Death is what sent me back to Nashville, Georgia. I thought that death would no longer burden me when Grandma died. I was young though. Death follows us. I know it followed me.

Remember when I was 7, because I do. I remember how when I asked you if Dad would be okay, you said to not worry because he would be fine. You lied. He’s now six feet underground with your name written in red on his coffin. Dirt lines my memories of how when he got lowered into the ground you didn’t cry, you stood looking at the man that helped plan the funeral. Not even five seconds after Father was gone, were you looking for your next victim. I will not help you anymore, the business will not be passed down to me and I will not participate in the same game that killed Dad.

Where you’re supposed to be is some big West Hills wedding reception in a big manor house with flower arrangements and stuffed mushrooms all over the house. This is called scene setting: where everybody is, who’s alive, who’s dead. This is Evie Cottrell’s big wedding reception moment. Evie is standing halfway down the big staircase in the manor house foyer, naked inside what’s left of her wedding dress, still holding her rifle.

My second interviewee is a female that is a member of the church. Ms. Gleaton was born and reared in Columbia, South. She is an active church member, that sings on the church choir. Ms. Gleaton is also works in a facility that care for the elderly. She is a licensed practical nurse (LPN). Ms. Gleaton reports, she has four siblings, and she is a proud mother of a daughter and two grandchildren. Ms. Gleaton, daughter lives in Virginia with her spouse, and Ms. Gleaton likes to visit them frequently.

The highway blurred in front of us as the blistering heat floated from the asphalt and pierced through the surface of my beloved green Buick Roadmaster. Having had to survive the 1100 mile journey to San Antonio under extreme heat and financial limitations, Chuck and I were suffering from hunger, thirst, and fatigue. Driving to his ex-girlfriend Catherine’s funeral, Chuck surprisingly showed a stoical acceptance of her death. However, his peculiarly expressionless face and complete lack of speech made me question his sanity. The last encounter they had was when she came to visit just a week ago, after which Chuck announced their break up. By then he had dated her for almost five years, faithful to her even from a different side of the country.

We all have a secret we would never tell anyone. Not our closest friends, not our parents, and certainly not even our spouse. Most of us have several secrets we would never reveal. But when we come face to face with our inevitable end of life, the urge to reveal those secrets to the one closest to us is overpowering.

I wonder if the girl I once was would be proud of the woman she's become. Or whether she'd be disgusted, horrified and unable to recognise herself in the mirror-either way, I wouldn't blame her.

“Help!” I scream at the top of my lungs, although I know that nobody has the ability to help me. I was asking for help, even though I knew that if someone were to, they would die.

I walk over to Grandpa’s to get some money. I’ve heard Mom say that Grandpa doesn’t believe in banks and keeps his money under the bed, so that’s where I will be looking. I enter the house and begin some small talk with Grandpa. When I excuse myself “to go to the bathroom” I search Grandpa’s bedroom. I find nothing, until I see a little chest. I open it up and see the watch. I take it and create a scene by flushing the toilet as if I had actually gone and leave. I just stole Grandpa’s watch and now guilt is filling my body. Once I sell it and get the money, I’ll buy it back, as if I never stole it in the first place. The street clock just struck 5:30 p.m. so; I take out my watch and wound it. I started walking again as the watch was ticking louder

soon became lost in. I’m sorry I did not observe your family standing and convulsing

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Meet Michael. He is JustOne year old. With a smile that will melt your heart, a laugh that will make you chuckle, and a contagious energy about him, it was an honor for me, his mother, to celebrate his special day this past December. While I understand that, to some, a first birthday is just another day. To our family, this was a day of reflection, a day of celebration, and a day of immense joy. Let me explain why… I remember it like it was yesterday. We were moving to Nebraska and we decided to buy a house. As soon as I shared the news of our purchase, without hesitation, all of my friends said, “you know what they say…new house, new baby!” At the time, I giggled and thought they were crazy! We already had two daughters, ages four and two, and our lives were finally finding a sense of rhythm. Moving into this new house would only further solidify our routines. As we began moving into our house, I began taking naps. Daily. That is normal, right? Think about it. All of the rearranging of furniture, unpacking,

Years later, I left Daniel and dated someone new. His name was, Gerald. Anything my son Abraham and I wanted, Gerald gave us. He would pay my bills, buy me flowers, etc. He would even take me shopping for clothes and shoes. If Gerald invited me to a party, he would buy the things he wanted me to wear. I loved that about him. He would always take good care of me. I thought for sure he was sent from Heaven. I knew we would get married. We stayed together for nine years. Life seemed so good and I wanted for nothing. He took me to different parties, but I didn’t fit in. The people he introduces me to had money and nice cars. I said to myself this is a good place to be in. I wanted to be a model. And I thought they would help me reach my dream to

The author did a very good job with her choice of words and intonation, it helped that she was in the anecdotes that she told in her essay because it made the connection clear. The author effectively conveys her connection to the actions of others because she has been there before. She has inconvenienced her life to go to someone else’s funeral. Back then she did not understand it, until she was in the family’s place. Her ideas come across very clearly. She shows that the smallest gesture of attending a funeral could mean the world to the family because they lost someone, a person attending the funeral shows them that they are not alone in their grief, that they have others alongside them to help them along in the difficult period.