Throughout my life, my mother, a single parent, has been dedicated, determined, and courageous, and I have tried to develop the characteristics that she embodies. Similarly, the death of my uncle was the catalyst for my decision to enter the field of public health. His death has pushed me to strive for excellence and has influenced my academic and future aspirations. My ultimate career goals are to become a general surgeon who does clinical and community-based research and to serve the community…

Everyone is a little afraid of death. It is one of the radical subjects that marks around humanity. Death is a horrific subject to fathom, but let’s face it, our time will come soon. The unanswered questions include: What happens when you die? Does it hurt? Do you go anywhere? Does it all just go dark? Is there an afterlife? To try and understand death, the Grim Reaper have personified it in an effort to try and deduce insight into the process. Everything about the Grim Reaper is instilled with meaning…

endless possibilities but in order to make life a little easier is by giving up. Sacrifice is something important or value for the sake of other respect. The sacrifice I had made, was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather was the only person I look up to very closely because he understood me like no other. My grandfather lived in Puerto Rico and since I was six years old, we have done everything that he and I could have possibly think about such as, every night we would go to the beach, the park…

Another lash. My back bled, but by now I could not even feel the pain… a cold numbness stole over my limbs. The memories burned like icy fire, and I promised myself right then and there that I would never repeat my actions.. I would keep my head down… I would die, lost and forgotten, like I was supposed to. Even as I committed every fiber of my being, as I let go of any semblance of hope that I may one day escape… (it is futile… my struggles can only end with my death, and the death of my brother..)…

have to face death in my life until I was an adult in college and when I did, it was the expected death of my maternal grandmother after years of living with Alzheimer’s. We knew her health was declining and when she went into hospice in her final weeks, I was able to take time off school to see her one last time. She died about a week later. At the time I knew I was lucky to be able to visit and say my goodbyes, even if she didn’t know who I was. That visit was cathartic for both my mom and me but…

Death is one of those touchy subjects that no one likes to talk about. It is hard to talk about something that forces you to acknowledge the fact that your life can end unexpectedly at any point and time. You may be prepared to die, you may not. As a child I was not exposed to death all that much. I remember as a child hearing about family members dying but it did not affect me as much as it did my parents; I was young, I didn’t really know that many people in my family at the time where as my parents…

Let’s talk about death, baby I was seven years old when I first encountered death. I found my beloved fish, Mary and Gary, floating upside down in their tank. After a few uncomfortable conversations with my parents, I learned, for the first time, everything dies. This is a lesson we all have to learn in our lifetime. The way we deal with death is different from culture to culture. In fact, opening up the conversation about death is essential now more than ever before. Death is a taboo subject in…

not, like it or not. Events throughout our lifetime will have impacts on how we live, some great and some less significant. The death of my daughter, Lizz was one that not only changed the way I live, but also how I look at life today. She battled brain cancer for two years, my family and I fought beside her. What was not realized was the journey with cancer, it destroyed my family, brought us closer, and made us into better individuals. In the battle with cancer, some choose to dwell and simply surrender…

sorrow. Horribly, I have witnessed the death of two of my family members. I became aware that I fear death. Death brings a feeling of the world is falling under my feet. And the thought of losing my love ones and the idea of the cold when deep buried under the ground terrify me. However, Montaigne philosophy has significantly impacted my perception of death. After reading his belief, I ask myself, why does he recognize death uniquely different? While death is a dreadful obsession to many, he is…

a couple of times in my life when my grandfather passed away, my best friend passed away, and when my dad left and each time I handled my grief in a different way. I’m going to focus my essay on the death of my best friend because it was the most recent and had the biggest impact on me. My best friend passed away last year when he was hit by a drunk driver. This really had an impact on me because he was my emotional support, my go to, my everything. Recovering after his death was a really long process…