That day i tweeted out that my dad has left this world and that now he would be looking over me and helping me when i need it the most not even a minute i had people messaging if i was okay and asking if they can do anything to help out now if you think about it if that was in the 1950’s no would have know until the next day or the end of the day and no one will know if i was okay or not. I am really blessed to have of this support supporting me for every decision that i make in the
James had a bad early life. He was born March 10, 1928. He was born in Alton Illinois. His mother is Lucille Ray, and his father is George Ellis Ray. He had Welsh, Scots, and Irish in him. He was also Catholic. Ray dropped out of school at 15. After he dropped out he joined the military.
The remaining eighth hour and complete seventh hour, I spent contacting family members and telling them of my unfortunate news. My immediate family, my husband D, my mom, dad AC, brother Ambi, and my two sisters, Addi and Theve were the first to hear the news. They immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed over to the house. The conversation was sad and difficult for me because I did not want to tell them I was leaving them, but I had to.
I got a call from my sister. She was fine and we both were happy of hearing from each other. My sister knew, because we are so close, that we were going to get out of the situation if all our family stay together and support each other. After a few weeks my sister visited my mother to check if she needed anything and other family members checked on each other. They all shared what they have. It was hard for all of them seen the island destroy. All knew sometimes things were not going to be available but as long they stick together they will survive the devastation. The recovery is just getting
I just cried. I didn't know if he was ok or if he was dead/alive. I hadn't heard from him ever since he was gone.
At the time of the accident, my family lived about 30 miles from the site. I’d been at home sick that week and had been in the midst of a late afternoon nap when my mother woke me up to watch the breaking news story.
killed in a fiery crash. I felt awful hearing such heartbreaking news. I was clueless on how to respond
They had discovered little beyond that which she had already known. The mooring station for the aeroships was deserted and they found little usable intel. The escape pods from the downed enemy aeroship were also gone as was a considerable amount of the wreckage. It seems the corsaers had sought to hide as much of their activities as they could. Brustan had lost one aeroship and two smaller maritime vessels involved in the expedition. They had called off further exploration and would not accept her assertions that there was more going on there than some corsairs.
I was outside walking One thing that happened during the plane crash is that I did not know that the plane was going to crash into my backyard with a bunch of people inside the plane. I went outside to see where the plane had landed and I noticed a bunch of people asking for help. It was a 747. I was never prepared for something like this and I stepped outside to see what was going on. I found parts of the plane and I felt so useless because I needed to find a way to help out all of these people. I went back into my house and I called the fire department because a big part of the plane was caught on fire and I wanted to make sure that most of the people on the plane. I was starting to help the injured people get into the house and the people
I was there in Chicago protecting my children ... and then I heard what I had to here I heard gunshots…. I had a bad feeling My heart was pounding I couldn't say a word I thought a lot about my husband.. A man came to my door I ask what those gunshots were he said “sorry but I gotta tell you that your husband is no longer living he just got shot husband got shot” I was shocked I thought for a second I couldn't believe his word my heart shattered.
Being told something you would never expect to hear is quite a feeling. One cold weekend in February, I woke up early to the wind howling at my house. I didn’t mind that it woke me up because I had to get up anyways to go to my sister’s indoor soccer game. When I got out of bed, my parents were in their room watching the news. That was weird, my parents NEVER watch tv in the morning. I asked what was going on and my mom responded with, “There was a shooting in Kalamazoo last night.” I felt goosebumps rise up my spine.
As I was skimming through topics this morning, I received a call from my friend in Orlando named Sofia. She was busting out tears shouting out loud while I was trying so hard to hear what she was trying to tell me. Sofia’s voice kept breaking up as she said ‘’ my best friend died Rahel, He is dead.’’ I wasn’t sure how to respond to that and it had my heart go through an emotional moment to know that someone so young is now gone so soon. I lowered my voice and told her ‘’Please Calm down, what’s going on?’’ She responded ‘’Check out the news and you’ll know what’s going on Rahel. I have to go now. Bye.’’
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
“No he didn’t mom.” I could not fathom that being true. To make something like that up would be cruel. My mom was not lying. Life from that moment on has never been the same. The loss of a family member creates a void that will never be filled. Never had I imagined that at the age of 18 with the world at my heels, I would be leaving my freshman college dorm to travel home to bury my 20 year old brother.
I felt like I was being shot straight through my heart with a bullet. I fell on my knees on hearing the tragic news and it felt like a dream rather than reality. I was not expecting this event and it was quite shocking and surprising. At that moment, I was