My Best Friend

This day today is a hard one for all of us. Losing a loved one is the saddest event in our lives. When you lose a loved one, your heart feels heavy and sad. And that’s what I am going through right now.

This past saturday, our family lost the one thing that made our world go round. we lost a person that could not possibly be replaced. we lost a person that made our family stronger than ever. we lost a person that taught us more than any school or institution could teach. we lost gramp, and i lost my best

Are you in need of a new air conditioner because the old unit is not really cooling down your home? If so, you do not want to make the mistake of getting an AC unit that is too big. A large air conditioner will not automatically make your home colder, since it can cause a lot of problems that may require you eventually get the proper size air conditioner anyway. These are the problems you could run into with an air conditioner that is oversized.

The 19th and 20th century imperialism was substantially about the exploitation of the empires colonies and thus was not a necessarily an ‘civilizing mission’. During the 19th and 20th century European powers tried to justify their actions, by claiming that they were trying to re-educate the native population through education, this included Christian missionaries which were placed throughout Asia, Africa and Latin America. However, it became apparent that these powers gained significant wealth by commercializing items that could not be obtained otherwise. A key example of this includes the Belgium Congo whereby Leopold II gained significant wealth through rubber plantations. To a certain extend it was a ‘’civilizing mission’’, however it is clear that the Europeans exploited these regions for economic gain.

As cliché as it sounds- the loss of a pet can be an extremely detrimental event. The quiet comfort of always having someone by your side suddenly vanishes. I would bend down to scratch their floppy ear. Yet instead, to find only empty space. As a young child, knowing nothing different

September 20th, 2016 was the day I was dreading the most out of the whole year. That was the day when my boyfriend of almost two years would be leaving to begin his training as a United States Army Military Policeman. We had to wake up at six in the morning to begin our journey to the Gloucester Army Reserve office where his recruiter would take him to the Richmond International Airport to begin his trip to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. Saying goodbye to somebody who has been by my side nonstop for the past two years was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Little did I know, the next five months would be nothing but a few phone calls and occasional letters by mail.

I have told many stories staring with "so this guy"... and " this dude". I feel like I started stories off like this to keep my friends guessing on who the guy/dude was. I believe that the narrator want use to feel like the story is not finished. In a way that the man who worked on cathedrals never got to see the finish product. Yes, it is strange I do believe that is strange that this story was enter in a literature textbook, because there is no structure. I got the impression that he is a little jealous of the blind man. The narrator's wife took a lot of time to create tapes telling him almost everything. Toward the end of the story the narrator had a different view of the blind man when he was drawing the cathedral with his eye closed. A

I went home and laid in bed while heavy in the air hung the thought that my best friend of three years was gone 756 miles and almost 12 hours away from me. To this day I still think about all of the crazy Friday nights, after school study sessions, weekend movies and naps, and bus rides we have and how a Friday night football game will never be the same without him cheering on the team right beside

On a hot summer day I with my mom in her tan Buick Lucerne outside of Wendy’s watching hundreds of cars pass by on the road waiting for my best friend and her mom to arrive and retrieve me. I would step outside at times, smell the fresh air mixed with a mouthwatering scent of fast food, then beg for the next grey car I see to be them. The moment they had arrived, I was too lost in my own thoughts to notice. I had gotten sidetracked thinking that I looked horrible because I curled my hair to a type of wavy that I did not truly like, but the moment my mom said that they were here those thoughts stayed in the car while I ripped open the door and ran to my lifelong friend. I ran as fast as my legs could carry and tacked her in a bone crushing hug that landed us on the soft light green grass. I noticed her hair had grown to a length that reached just below her shoulders, her skin had gone from a light skin to a glowing tan, and her body looks overall toned from the hours of track she has been accomplishing. After the hour of everyone catching up, it was time to take our leave. I couldn’t wait to arrive and officially be treated as family. It is easy to experience being a part of a friend’s family when you are so close that you are treated as if you are blood.

It was late November snow fluttered gracefully, piling on every flat surface. Memories flooded back to the times long ago of my best friend and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, her eyes shimmered and gleamed when she smiled and her excitement at the smallest things reminded me of a kid at Christmas. Sometimes I sit back and look back at all the days before they transported me off to school, and snatched me away from her, the tears in her eyes reflecting her hurt. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me elsewhere, that she wasn’t providing me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

In the winter of 8th grade, I began to disconnect from my friends, mainly my ‘best friend’. I didn’t have as much fondness of her as I would’ve had a few years ago. I didn’t laugh with her as much, and we didn’t hang out as often or even feel the need to. It was as if I didn’t want to be with her.

My best friend knew everything about me, he watched me grow up, he helped shape me into the person I am today. His help guided me through life, even with him being seven years older than me, and living with a disability. My best friend was my brother, Shawn, and before I knew it, he was gone.

TJ Graves is not your average 21 year old, not many people can say they are 21 and driving a race car. Last summer, TJ went from being just a driver on a race track to someone I can call my best friend. At the time, I had never talked to him - that night in august changed my life for ever.

October 10th, 2017 a windy day I lost my best friend, my lover and all, but not to death or anything, but to the change of heart. It was a long 4 months I was in love, something I never felt before toward anyone. I met Matarr in 6th grade, that’s when I was taller than him, now he’s huge like a tree, he’s still really dark, and still goofy like the first day we talked. We were best friends ever since we talked everyday day and night all the time we grew up together kind of at least. In 7th grade we just got closer and closer, then in 8th he decided to switch to Ucap I mean at first it was hurt, our friendship did change a little bit though. We still talked every now and then and in December of 2016, I started to catch a crush on him.

Life isn’t always what it seems to be. It’s always changing, no matter what. Even if you’re stuck in the past. It’s like it just happened yesterday, I’ll try my best to tell you about my life and how it made me who I am today.