My Love Story

His thoughts about life, however, showed how he really felt and how grief-stricken he really was, while offering up the idea that life is a short flash of light in the darkness that is eternity and

We are gathered here today to honor the life of a great person. He was always outgoing for others, kept people smiling and laughing, was hardworking, and always had a great attitude toward everything. His name is Jacob Kennebeck. He was born on August 18th of 2000. He was the son of Daniel Hoxsie and Shandi Kennebeck. He always got attached to the people around him at a young age. If you were close with the boy, he didn’t ever want you to leave his sight. He liked having people around him that enjoyed his company. He wasn’t ever fond of crowds, but there are select people he loved to be around. I remember when he first started Pre-School at Mary Poppins. He cried most of the day because he had to leave his mother’s side. He didn’t like the

"Taliesin Myrddin lived a joyous and full life. His enthusiasm was infectious. We lost him in a senseless act that brought close to home the insidious rift of prejudice and intolerance that is too familiar, too common. He was resolute in his conduct (and) respect of all people. In his final act of bravery, he held true to what he believed is the way forward. He will live in our hearts forever as the just, brave, loving, hilarious and beautiful soul he was. We ask that in honor of his memory, we use this tragedy as an opportunity for reflection and change. We choose love. Safe journey Taliesin. We love you."

I can feel you with me. Rest now. In PEACE. I miss your voice. I wish more people could have heard it. I promise I will keep singing for you."

Deaths, especially to a loved one would usually provoke sorrow, but in his case, was just another occurrence. “I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t” (72), was his afterthought when he was being interrogated about his religious views.

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

With sadness, honor and anger I make the long-overdue announcement of my Grandfather's Passing, August of 2017. I won't call this a Eulogy. He specifically requested that none be presented. He more specifically demanded that rather than go on about the business of his demise, I am to go on about the business of living successfully, happily and fully myself and being who I am. He was so amazing, wonderful, brilliant, generous of both asset and spirit, kind, non-judgmental, accepting, motivating & compassionate in so many ways and for so many. He loved my grandmother and I in the deepest, most loyal of ways. He has been my idol, my mentor, my project partner, my example, my friend, and most recently, the last living member of my natural family.

Kneeling in front of the black-and-white photo of my uncle and hearing the crowd crying at the funeral, I painfully realized how unexpectedly misfortune could happen in life and how little people could do to change it for the first time. As the crowd all leaving after the funeral, the pain on my knee impeded me from standing up, and the pain in my heart stopped me from even trying again.

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

He thought that after his revelation his entire life would be changed for the better. But, in the midst of this transformation, he had already so foolishly forgotten the nature of death. Death, to him, was not an old, welcomed friend. No, it was an unexpected visitor in his life. The reaper crept up on young and old alike without any regard to the living.

He explains his desire to continue his voyage and earn admiration. The speaker tells of life’s obstacles and their purpose of existence. He feels only death can show us our true principle on earth. The speaker lives his life for himself. He lives to the fullest and looks only forward. The speaker tries to encourage us all to live our lives and never turn to see the past. Only death can end our joy of life. The speaker looks forward to what death brings. He says death shows us the purpose of our troubles. He encourages we leave recollections behind whether good or bad to carry on our legacies. We must stay true to our hearts and follow the paths we see best fit for the way we see is the better way to go in life. The speaker encourages us all to pursue our hearts as he has followed his. He refuses to give up the life he lives for anyone. He does not care for the easy way out of anything. He wants to animate his life to the fullest until the day he meets

Today Victor left for Ingolstadt. He just left but hours ago and I already feel the vastness of my cousin’s absence. It’s hard for me to see him go for I have been within his presence for as long as I remember. It must be hard for him to go as well, especially with the recent passing of his mother, my dear Aunt Caroline. I feel partially responsible for her death; she caught the sickness from me. I am still so very thankful that the sickness did not take the same hold on me as it did her. This family has never seen the sadness we all behold now;I doubt we could take even one more. Justine has taken the event very hard as well. She was very close to my dearest aunt and tended to her when she became sick. One look at Justine in the past and all your sorrows would flit away but now I feel she needs the comfort. She has been neglected over these months for the focus has been on our closest family members instead. I must retire for the night and

Humor was always an interesting thing from his daughter. Very few expected the macabre from a young girl such as her, but he knew his little angel was a skewed mind and he accepted it with good grace. It was something he himself had, something that made him a little bit of an oddity amongst the people that knew him. That was what made him such a good Father perhaps, the fact that the social world seemed to be something that he would easily skip out on if it meant that he would not have to deal with the world of humanity. The utter annoying grouping of the species. It almost made him sneer sometimes as he looked at social media, Facebook postings, the utter insanity that the world had come to represent. Nevertheless it let him dedicate the proper time to a woman who deserved it. Not a wife, not a fiancée, and not a girlfriend.

He goes on to say, “I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean...publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion” (74). In this rather long passage, he outlines his true sentiment about life and living. He puts his feelings in very plain, broad terms, claiming that in order to know what life has to offer, one must do all that they can to “experience” it, and then judge for themselves. One cannot have lived if they have not confronted the true “essential facts of life,” whether they may be sweet or bitter.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.