Jadon Wulff

As soon as my eyes woke up to the bitter cold of the night and stars covered by black blanket of clouds, I knew that this was it. I had tried to prepare myself that day, but I was at school when it happened. The moment the intercom came over the classroom, “Hailey Wooldridge needs to come the office, her mom is here to check her out,” my heart stopped. I was able to make it to the office without losing my composure, but as soon as my eyes met my mom standing there with tears in hers I lost it. Right there standing in the school office, the food gates of heaven opened up in my eyes and I could not stop the rivers from flowing. My best friend since kindergarten had died. All the planning of moving in together when we went to college was down the drain. The late nights of watching horribly filmed scary movies was done. My heart was broken, and the pieces are still not taped together properly. Two days later was her funeral. Her mother had asked me to say a couple of words about her during the service, but the thought of standing next to her lifeless body talking about her and not to her made everything seem surreal. By the power of prayer and numerous amounts of tears, I stood up from my seat and walked lifelessly to the podium that viewed hundreds of people waiting to see what I had to say. I do not know how I got through that speech without hysterically crying, but somehow, I talked like I was having a conversation with Serra once again. In front of me, I

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

I was panicking I didn’t know what I did I thought I was in some kind of trouble, but when I got to the principal’s office, there were 2-3 police officers there waiting for me. They sat me down with a concerned look and told me some terrible news. These few words that I could never get out of my head. It’s as if there locked in a prison. They told me that my father was in an accident at first I thought that they were just talking about a car accident. I had no idea what to expect. Then they told me that my father had passed away I started balling my eyes out I didn’t know what to do. They soon drove me back to my house where I saw my brother and a few neighbors and friends. There were a few cop cars and an ambulance. I later found out that he had committed suicide. My aunt and uncle came and picked us up from my house and brought us to their house where they tried to cheer us up a bit it was my cousins birthday so we tried to have a

My dad was what you’d call a “big, tough guy”. He never cried, and very seldom did he show much emotion at all. He took a minute to compose himself and got straight to the point. He told us that my cousin Mackenzie, my best friend ever since I was a baby, had been killed. She was at a different campground in Spooner, Wisconsin, when the storm broke off the top of a tree. Mackenzie was playing on a playground, just a little girl on the swings on what started out as just a normal Friday, when she heard the crack of that tree and started running. It fell on top of her and killed her on impact. The doctors said the hit cracked her skull and she died

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

“I am petrified. I feel as if God has abandoned me. I just sat there and watched, quietly, because I had no idea what to do. As if these kind of things are normal for a 10 year old boy to witness. Everyone tells me that “it wasn’t your fault” or that “there was nothing you could have done.” I think I believe them… but the haunting images of my 16 year old brother being beaten to death tell me otherwise. The memories tell me I should have done something to save him. But I didn’t. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about what happened to my best friend and my brother.”

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

Its February 13th, it is a cold snowy night, I am just getting out of my basketball game. I have tons of missed calls from my mother and sister. I get in the car I call back no one answers, so I start to drive home. I received a call back, it is my sister. I answer “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I can tell she has been crying. She answers back with her sad voice “I will tell you when I get home. I am at the hospital right now.” “I am right by the hospital I will come there. Just tell me what happened.” I am thinking in my head of all the possible things that could have happened. She says “Jeremy died.” “Are you serious? How?” “I will tell you when I get home.”

It all started at Taylor Middle School in the 6th grade on a cold day. It was during recess and I was waiting at the door for my next class. As I walked down the A hall of the A hall I could feel the dark cold day and I could feel the cold wind blowing against my skin. There next to our next class was my best friends Joe, Hien, and Mark and there he was Jayden. Jayden sat with us at lunch but wasn’t really one of our friends. Joe said,

It was my first day of 6th grade and I was starting a middle school I knew no one, since I was placed in a charter school, while all my friends went to the public school. My mom dropped me off in front of the school’s door and I went inside where there were papers place across the walls. I heard a teacher say “look

Today Charles passed away. It was a sudden death while he was sleeping. We had no idea this was going to happen. We think it's because of all the exhaustion and dehydration he had. It's all my fault. I made him go on this trip. I could have stayed back home, I didn't need to come. I hate myself now. We should have taken it slower and didn't move so fast at a time. We should have packed more water so he could drink it. I can't move on. I've been sitting here the whole time not knowing what to do with myself. I lost my son.

I have dealt with many tragic events over my 15 years of life, including my mom’s tragic disappearance when I was seven years old, but I never thought I would be next up in line. It all started on a normal day like any other I got up, ate breakfast, got ready, and headed to the bus stop for school. The bus was taking a bit longer then usual so I waited a good extra 20 minutes, before deciding to walk back home to have my aunt Rena drive me to school since she's living with us for a bit and my dad was at work. I had headphones in my ears and I was face timing my home schooled friend Sabrina. Sabrina has been my best friend since I was five and she was 6. We were talking about what we were gonna do for the county talent show coming up in two days. Thats when

I would never of imagined sitting in the back room in a funeral home for someone that had such a huge impact on my life, but on October 18, 2014 my worst nightmare became reality. My best friend passed away without giving me a chance to say goodbye. It was the worst news that I have ever received, and I remember that like it was yesterday. The night before, I stayed at my Aunt Ashley’s house with my cousins, Courtney, Haley, Brayden, and Makenna, along with my older sister, Kierra. It was a normal night. When we got to their house we played a lot of card games, wrestled in the living room until we got yelled at, ate dinner, and went to bed. Everything was so normal that I fell asleep without any trouble, and I went to sleep not knowing that everything that mattered the most to me would be taken away by the time I awoke.

October 20 started out as a normal school day until I got to second period. I heard my friend, Tuan talk about someone dying in a car accident that morning. I asked “Wait, who died?” Tuan looked at me and said “Noah died.” I could not believe I would never receive a bear hug from Noah or hear him insult my punching skills. As I struggled walking to my third period class, I dropped to my knees crying out to God. “How could you do this God?” I was angry and hurt knowing God could have saved her. My history teacher, Mrs. Lightfoot took me outside to talk to me. All I

When that day started, I was thinking what my day will be like at the pediatric unit and how will I feel to see little children suffering and in pain. Entering the ward, cries were heard from the hall way, as a little boy walked around the unit crying for his daddy, another one in the crib crying for her mom. With heavy heart, I tried my best to hold in the tears as I tried to comfort them, by stating “mommy will come to see you soon or daddy will come to see you soon”, but not at all will the cries stop. However, the little boy dad and mom had arrived to visit him and he stopped cried. To comfort the little girl I read to her, which calm her down and made her comfortable until her mom arrived. This made me feel good.