It Is Shocking How Many Things We Take For Granted

It was a regular day, but something felt different. I woke up brushed my teeth, washed my face, and ate some Captain Crunch Cereal, the best in the world. My mom walks in the kitchen and cries out “Jay you’re going to be late, get your things you need, so when the bus arrives you can run out the door”. I’m young

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

I’ve experienced many simple things like my my first kiss, my first F, and my first time driving. But the most significant experience in my life was the death of a close friend of mine, Miranda Arraya. Her passing happened so fast people are still in shock even a month after the news. It’s hard to type about because I miss her so much but this tramples over any other ordeal that has occured in my lifetime.

Suddenly losing a loved one alters the way an individual thinks and feels. This loss helps someone realize that life cannot promise a tomorrow, therefore leading them

7th grade was the year I woke up. My mom called me into her bedroom late one afternoon and was still sitting on her bed, wearing her pajamas. The bright and cheerful sunshine that lit up the room gave a false ambiance of the tension that clouded the air. I already knew what she was going to say, but I did not want to believe it as the truth. I had noticed that my mom and dad's relationship with one another was growing apart just by the way they acted around each other. The conversations between them became shorter and their affection for one another began to fade. My dad spent his nights falling asleep watching TV on the couch, while my mom slowly disappeared back into her bedroom, alone. This had been happening for a while now, so I do not know why I was even surprised when my mom said to me that, “Your dad and I are getting a divorce”. I should have seen it coming. The clues were all in front of me, but I was too afraid to put them together. I was scared because, for the first time in my life, the image of my "perfect" family was crumbling before me. I knew inside that my family was falling apart, but I was desperately holding onto the fibers that I thought were keeping us together. It is hard to believe that one encounter can change the course of one's life forever. In this instance, I was awoken from the dream that I had been living in for so long.

The day began like a normal summers day. I woke up and was getting ready to go outside and play bullet with friends, which is dodgeball but if a ball hits one of your limbs you lose that limb. But then my dad asked me if I wanted to go fishing out in the Mackinaw river with him and his friend. So I said yes and we got in the car and drove to his friends house.

Losing a loved one is like having the rug swept from under you. We make plans for the day, and do not think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my uncle’s death. I do not think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. It is amazing how we take life for granted. The tragedy never goes away. You just learn how to cope with it and keep moving on.

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

It is unbelievable how we take things for granted. Plans are made for each day, and we do not think twice about those plans. Unfortunately, they can change in the blink of an eye. I never personally thought much about it, until I was faced with the shock and tragedy of the death

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.

Now I can say that I had never understood others suffering from a bad loss of a dear person.  I would hate to hear that anybody died. When this happened to me, when my dear mother died, I started to understand all those people who lost someone they loved. There are perhaps no proper words to describe this pain, This intolerable pain which tears you apart, which is like a stone on your heart, and which make tears run down your face with each moment spent with the dear person who passed away. Time is unlikely to pass so fast this hurt, no matter what others claim.

The day I woke up to this soon to be life changing turn of events, I thought it was just going to be a normal day with my mom, not doing anything out of the ordinary or particularly special. I woke up late in the morning, like I always did on a morning in the summer time, and did nothing all day. I was just doing the usual things a twelve year old girl did in the summer: watch television, eat junk food and play on my phone. I was at my mom’s that day, but I was going to my dad’s house later that day to stay for the weekend. Mom and dad usually met up somewhere later in the day around four or five in the afternoon.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

I rolled out of bed that Monday morning from a long, lonely weekend. I had the house to myself and worked all weekend. My parents were going to see the Kansas City Chiefs play the New Orleans Saints. My dad wore a Seattle Seahawks jersey to the game because that’s how much he’d loved his team. The Seahawks ended up tying with the Cardinals that day 6-6. I heard my parents walk into the house around midnight. I slightly opened my eyes but fell asleep again. I woke up at 7:30 that morning, brushed my teeth and got dressed for the day and was off to another day of senior year. As I was walking out of the door, I noticed his car wasn’t in the driveway. He must have had to work early, I thought. He usually did. As I was walking to my car, I noticed how beautiful the lawn looked. The red and orange leaves on the ground, and the cool air brushing against my skin. I wish I could’ve stayed in that beautiful moment when everything seemed

I got out of school full of joy because it was Friday and we were going camping that evening. My sister picked me up, which was a little weird, but she is 34 and has picked me up from school before. On the way to my house, where my sister would drop me off, I was talking to my niece about her ballet recital that was happening in a couple of days. When we got home, my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which is really strange since we get out of school at 2:30, and my mom gets off work at 2:00. I walked inside, set all my stuff down, and went to the basement to play with my nephew and niece. A few moments later my sister called us all upstairs, and said “We have to go, Josh is hurt.”