My Best Friend Essay

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Grief is a natural thing that everyone will experience in some way or another. Everyone experiences and handles grief in different ways. I have experienced grief 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 and at times I feel like I am still not fully healed from it.

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.

In sixth grade, my family switched me and my sisters to different school districts so, I ended up leaving the only elementary school I had ever known and transferring to a different elementary school in the sixth grade, I was a 12-year-old kid ready for middle school only to be moved back into an elementary school where everyone and their grandparents knew each other. I was a shy kid, uncomfortable with myself, teachers, other kids, with everybody really and unfortunately people looked at me and knew those things as well.

I look forward to playing Tag with Jessica and the other students at recess. The group decided they did not want to play Tag anymore. They wanted to use their imagination and play house. It seems everyone has a part being a family member, except me. They told me there were already too many people. I wish they would include me.

When i was 14 i met someone who was quite older than me and very smart. Ever since then we have been so close and we have been best friends. After this day i knew there was always gonna be someone there at the end of the day that was there to listen to me and give me better advice than my friends could. Josh was way more then a best friend he was family he was like a older brother i never had, and so much more. He taught me to live life on the fly, by the second. He always knew that the next day, hour, or minute was never promised. But along with josh’s happiness and positivity came the bad days also the days josh needed someone to be there for him for a chance so he could have help with the problems that have been building up while he was pushing them aside to help others. He drank to help cope with the pain that his “demons” put him through. This was a bad choice on his part.. But we all have something that takes the pain away. We shared the same happy place the beach. We could stay there from when the sun came up to when she sun goes down and not have to say a word. I could tell josh was hurting for a while he quit coming around and he quit texting me and this wasn't like him. Come to find out he fell at work off a ladder because of his drinking and had broken his leg. He finally texted me and told me what happened and he said he was sorry. And my life changed in the blink of an eye.

From one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong, but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.

Raising my head from my book all I could focus on was him. The way he stared at his paper, his pencil flowing across the thinned lined paper. The sweat was now building on his forehead and I could see his light blue eyes every so often glance up at the clock. I was done within the first 20 minutes but now with 5 minutes left I could see he was really struggling. I sat there as the time wound down realizing that he would never look at me like the way I look at him.

It was late at night when I was talking to my one of my best friends, he was a junior in highschool and I was a sophomore at the time. He was not involved with school activities and only focusing on his work at an automobile goodie box company. While talking he used to tell me about what he missed about being in his basketball team which was unity with other people in his team . We had  talks usually at night and he could always come to me for advice on his problems and I could always ask for advice from him about mine. One of of his nostalgic moments was about how he missed the loud bus rides home and the support from his teammates when he still played for his basketball team. What I remember about the his junior year is how he was lazy,

There are always people coming in and out of your life. It happens. It cannot be helped. Usually people would brag and talk about their current best friend; however, I feel that I should talk about a former friend of mine. He was very special to me because he changed me into the person I am today, even though he is not in contact with me anymore.

The first day of Sophomore year I was sitting in my E period English class and a guy walked in and completely overwhelmed me. I saw an athletic, popular boy treat me as if I were any of his friends. He acted like we were best friends the very first time we spoke. That day was the day I met someone that will hopefully continue to be my best friend for the rest of my life.

When you have a best friend, you notice the smallest things about them and what make them beautiful inside and out. They're little pet peeves and different faces they make to certain situations. In this situation, Emma Moesch is my best friend and i know pretty much everything about her. We spend so much time together that i can see these things and we have become the same person. We laugh the same and say the exact same words at the same time.. Everytime. To describe Emma will take awhile because she’s so unique and extravagant.

Growing up in a military family, I never had a plethora of friends. I would make friends, develop relationships with them, and then pack up and move within the span of a year or two. I often found myself alone while others had strong, friendships with their peers that flourished and blossomed over the years. However, that all changed when I moved to California before my freshman year of high school and met the one person who changed me for the better – my best friend Rachel. Our friendship was instantaneous; she helped me grow as a person and I helped her as well. To this day, we are still best friends who continuously help each other strive for the best. This type of friendship is one of virtue - the type of friendship preached about by Aristotle in Nicomachean Ethics. My friendship with Rachel was one of the best, most genuine friendships I have ever had.

We all have someone or something that we love more than anything. For me, it was my dog, Madix. Madix was my best friend, he was the ray of sunshine in my life.

I wanted to take a moment and encourage all who are volunteering for Royal Family Kids Camp.