A Tough Time: Lenae Villarreal Narrative

When I was 13 I lost a very close family friend, that day is one I will never forget. He was like a second father to me; he taught me how to ride my bike, how to do a backflip on the trampoline, how to bake, all things I still use constantly. He had two kids, a boy and a girl, both which were older than me. My

grandma made me want to cry. I heard my mom comfort my dad from the other room. “Trata de

He died. At the young age of thirty-seven, my older brother died in a car crash on his way home from yet another secret affair away from his current wife. He was tall and distinguished; having short brown hair and eyes as captivating and blue as the sea itself. It was those eyes that had caught so many unsuspecting women into his net. It was hard, seeing how he cruelly used them for a short while and then leave for yet another woman. So, it would be safe to say that I was surprised when all of his previous wives, along with my family and close relatives, showed up for his funeral. Being that I was twenty-five and I had never encountered death of any kind in my family, the funeral was hard on me. It was

Finally, we were on the road, at about 4 a.m. to get up to upper Minnesota around 8 a.m. I feel asleep right away, until we stopped at Drayton to go to the bathroom, and get some grub. Literally, just pulled on to the interstate while going around 75mph with a boat on, suddenly we swerved and the boat, and us we

The feeling of losing someone you love is indescribable. It came upon my family so suddenly, not a day goes by that I don’t think about my grandma. I tell myself everyday not to take life for granted, and after 2 years I am still learning.

Though some may say, myself included, that the death of a family member is one of the hardest, toughest, traumatic things to deal with, it also comes with a good side. That good side is that it brings people together to not only mourn over a loss, but to celebrate the life of someone great. One can either sink from a situation like this, or one can rise. I feel like my family and I chose to rise from this. We were all changed in so many ways. My grandma, Veronica, was especially changed the most. She and my granddad did absolutely everything together. They

It has been two years since I lost my best friend, my biggest supporter, my mom. She comes to mind every day and still do not know how I go on living my life without her. Not a day goes by that I do not think of my mom. The thought of knowing she is actually gone is still so unreal. Losing her is the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. The hardest part of my mother’s death was not only the process of it but also everything that came after.

She knew that she can’t tell her parents about it as she doesn’t want them to worry.With that thought in mind she got inside her father’s car.

Has anyone ever passed away out of nowhere in your family, and you had no idea what to do? When I was fourteen years old my cousin, Kelly Crawford, passed away. My family and I had a hard time with this. Kelly was only twenty-one when she passed. Aaron, my cousin’s boyfriend, was only twenty-two when he passed. They died a year and three days apart due to two different accidents. These situations taught me lessons that I would have never learned if these tragedies would have never happened.

On Sunday December 24, it’s Christmas Eve. So we did our daily routine and we got ready for Christmas Eve party. The party started around 6:00. We had apple cider, chips, Indian snacks/food, and other good stuff. After the party, we played a game. We played playing cards. We played Uno. It was really fun.

“Yes, I’m fine, so can we leave now?” I asked in a moody tone. I walked out to the car giving one last glare at my house. I’m going to miss you, hope to see you soon. Thanks for all the great memories. I said to myself as I hopped into the car. As mom drove to the airport, I sat and started to think about what it’s going to be like in New Mexico. I wondered what my grandma looked like. I haven’t seen her in years.

In April of 2007 my uncle passed away after a five-year battle of colon cancer. Although I had experienced death with family in the past, this seemed to hit harder as I watched my cousins at the time who were a freshman and senior in high school suffer through the process. To this

When i was done with my orange juice I gave my mother a goodbye kiss and went on my way. As i walked outside I notice how perfect the weather was to play sports: maybe soccer, mayber football, maybe basketball. It was perfect for all of that evening swimming but my ears drugs were still drowning in water from yesterday 's day at the lake. I went to walk to car and starting to text Ponce (Jose) “On my way.” was what i sent. He lived less than a minute away from my house so hope he was ready.

We enjoyed Christmas Eve as a family, playing board games and eating way more junk food than there was room in our stomachs. Like we do every year, we let our daughters open one gift from mommy and daddy before going to bed. The girls, still riding their sugar-high, could be heard giggling in their bedrooms from all the way

It was a typical day in Xalapa, Mexico, clear skies with a strong sun and a gentle breeze. I was in my front yard, enjoying a swing that consisted of two ropes tied to a branch and a burlap sack as my seat. As I swung I leaned back and I felt the crisp sun on my skin. All of a sudden I heard my mother call my name “Josi”, so I sat up on my swing to give her my full attention. As I see her walking I feel excitement running through my body, because I know we’re going to go somewhere. As I watch her walking towards me, I see the sun shinning on her tan skin and adding a glow to her burgundy hair. With a relaxing tone to her voice, she stated, “ Vamos a ir con tú tía”. Which in english translates to,” We are going to your aunt’s house”. Now she continued speaking, However Since I had just gotten the hang of riding my bike without training