My Loving Daughter Connie Is A Beacon Of Light

Every night as I put Teagan to bed, after we’ve brushed her teeth, read her my “goodnight moon” we’ve sang our ABCs and you are my sunshine, we pray. Tonight she wanted to say the prayer. She prayed that “Dipstick and Momma and Beaner (herself) and DD (Daley) Uncle bubby (Arden) and Berky (Berkeley) and Casey and Cassidy all had sweet dreams. She then told God, “God, please tell grammy and poppy to have sweet dreams and i hope they are dancing on the clouds in Heaven.” Then she climbs under the covers and snuggles up to dipstick in my bed. I tell her “Mommy will be in bed in just a little bit. I love you.” And I kiss her on the forehead and tuck her in. My parents died in a driveby shooting when i was 20. T was only 3. They were a part of the

Florence and Isabella were the most welcoming residents at the Mary Manning Walsh Home. Florence and I always played bingo with each other and would usually win. I would take her to her room telling her what it’s like at Xavier High School. Florence found it great that Xavier makes us do Christian Service and she recommends all of us to come to the Mary Manning Walsh Home. She stood out to me because she was always open. Florence made it easy to be open with her after she told her story about herself. She was so kind and always had a smile on her face even if she was going through hard times. Florence would always pray for me and I remember to pray for her. Isabella was another woman I had a deep connection with. I learned a lot from this woman because she taught me to be more thankful in life. She told me to pray every night and to see God in everything. Isabella and I would talk a lot about religion but we talked about colleges as well. Most of her family went to Villanova including her and she would tell me about her college experience. This woman stood out to me because I feel I saw Jesus in her. Isabella seemed so close to Jesus and every time she was present to me, there was a spiritual feeling around her. With people like Isabella, there was agape love at Mary Manning Walsh Home with all the

It took hours for the ambulance to get there. She had now been in the hospital for 2 weeks, but she had not woken up yet. As her twins, husband, family and friends waited for the news, most of them were still dealing with the fact that she could be dead in her early age of 38. One day while everyone was waiting the doctors came out and said that she stopped breathing and there was nothing they could do, she was dead. As everyone came to a sudden realization that she was really REALLY gone, her husband didn't want to except it. Finally, he excepted it and everyone was heartbroken at this loss. Lastly, I would like to thank everyone for coming here today to remember our beloved friend we have lost, but now we can say she is with her father, Jesus, and every member she has ever

His jaw had been slack since he'd fist showed up outside Rowan's window. He'd been talking about things that Rowan didn't understand, things he probably didn't either. Jack had a soft look on his face, one that didn't suit him. He still couldn't manage to look peaceful.

On a dark and gloomy day, a cloud of sadness comes over the cemetery where many people gathered to mourn the death of Katrina Whyne, the mother of young Jasmine Whyne, only 11 years old. The death remains a mystery to this day, but what happened the day of her death will be remembered forever. Family and friends gathered together to celebrate the life of Katrina Whyne and grieve her loss. One of Jasmine’s closest friends Sophie Fogg, hasn’t spoken to Jasmine since Katrina’s death, as only Sophie knew the truth of Katrina’s demise.

Leaving her room she was about to enter Rin’s room when she heard a tiny whimper and a shuffling in the bathroom down the hallway. Saskia bolted for the bathroom, the hallway never felt so long to her before. As she was about to enter the bathroom a man, a strong, tall, and very well built man ran out of the bathroom running toward the window at the end of the hall. Saskia griped her knife and lunged at him, but apparently missed because he succeeded in jumping out the window with a practically a perfect landing and ran. Too concerned for her sister’s wellbeing Saskia ignored the broken window and the man and whipped into the bathroom to find her sister lying on the bathroom floor looking just like what her mother did that night, eyes staring at the ceiling as if all the life had been drained out. Kneeling down next to her sister Saskia started to sob profusely. She couldn’t stop. Pulling Rin up into her arms, she thought. Her only sister, her only family left is now gone. She continued sobbing, then she stopped, it was unmistakable. Rin’s body was smothered in the scent of the man that killed their parents, but why would that murderer have come back? Was he trying to finish off something that he started, if so why didn’t he kill me? Looking at her knife she noticed it had blood on it, apparently she did manage in taking a

Terrifying shrieks filled the air as dark blood trickled down his body. He lay on the road, worn down, the blood staining his clothes, creating a stream down the road. He thought of his life, why he hadn’t realized what horrible acts he had committed. He thought why he had to be a fireman. He thought why was there no good in this world. He lay there waiting for his final seconds to quickly pass. “Farewell,

“I didn’t mean to scare ya. I-I jus’ needed to talk to you… About somethin’.” He stuttered, looking at his hands, which were worn from working in the fields. He dug his toe into the ground like a little boy trying to tell his mom he broke her favorite vase. “It’s about Lila. She’s not dead.” He looked into her eyes and let out a deep breath as if he had been holding it. As if, he had been holding that fact in all day just waiting for it to come out. He practically jumped on his toes when he finished.

As Earlene held Augustine, the guilt that she had carried seemed to have begun to stab her repeatedly, she feels a little better telling the child somewhat of the truth. Whyyyyyy? Why did they have to kill my mother? said Augustine still is crying heavily. Earlene at the moment a loss of words at this point, looked at Augustine, and said you know you have a family that cares, and loves you they treat you as if you were their own. No, they don't. Augustine replied fiercely. They have lied to me this entire time. Augustine would then pull away from Earlene, and would begin to slowly walk backward. Now, remember, you promised me you wouldn't go to act out on what I have told you, said Earlene now basically pleading with Augustine. Augustine would then look at Earlene with her eyes glazed over, all she could feel now was immense hurt, and pain and she didn't know how to tend to it. Augustine would afterward turn around, and run out the room; dart passes everyone in the house and makes her way outside. Joseph, and Elizabeth both saw this. They would both look at one another, as they knew at the moment that Augustine had found out the very thing they tried for so long to keep a secret had now been

All of his teeth had been broken and shattered. Myop also notices that all of his clothes are rotted and the buckles on his overalls had turned green. She does not know what to do at this point, especially after glancing over and seeing the rotted remains of a noose laying on the ground beside the body. It is in this moment, that Myop’s innocence is lost. Myop not only sees death, but also the cruel and racial violence of lynching.

On July 10th, 2015 one of my best friends, Lexi Kretsch died in a car crash on her way back from Mankato. Personally, it was a really hard thing to go through and I would never wish that upon anyone, but it is the circle of life and she is in God’s hands. Lexi and I had played softball together for two years. After she passed away prematurely, it was difficult to play the game that brought us together. Jen Kretsch, Lexi’s mom, then started to contact telling me to play for Lexi and her legacy.The item that helped me the most was the Bible. I would take out passages that would pertain to me for that day and I would feel as if she was talking to me. I learned how to play/live with the hole in my heart. Feeling that emptiness made me start to

As usual, he beat me to the bottom and crashed on a pile of leaves. The round started to tremble and my heart started to shake. “What’s happening”, Jonathan asked as hé followed.” I don’t know, What are you doing here?”, I asked. We raced to the bottom and there was, the hole that swallowed us all together in a blink of an eye. At moment everything changed. I yelled for the name of Jonathan, instead of seeing him come to me in my rescue, their he was lying on the floor. “ Aicha I knew you left and I knew why, but when heard you came back I couldn’t believe it. You look more beautiful than ever.”, he choked in every word. I didn’t know where the blood was coming from, it was everywhere. “ I know why she died? You were right I Keats believed you, but your uncle Damian didn’t do it.”, he said as every single teardrop landed on my shirt. His head near my chest, I was confused. “Where are you bleeding?”, I asked in anger. A glimpse a light shined and there was the bullet in his chest. “Listen to me, he’s here with us here, he did it to Faith. He shot me from telling you.” He was gone. I tried everything, in the end there I was, sitting in his blood trying to hold it together. Before he died he said I was right, Faith was raped, but by the person who was with us. “ Christopher”, I whispered to myself. Everything became even more darker and more silent until the only thing I heard was my heart

"He was THE BEST father my children could ever have, an incredibly loving and sensitive husband, a wonderful brother and amazing son," Tiffany wrote. "He is already so dearly missed but I promise to spend the rest of my life sharing his testimony so that those who feel they have no place or have come from a place of struggle can learn that the love of the Lord can save us all."

Currently, she was at the local cemetery, where all around, freshly fallen snow twinkled and glistened on the once green ground. The pale gray pathway had been shoveled, however, so that people could get around the cemetery easily. Mrs. Ferguson was listening attentively to the pastor, who was describing Mr. Ferguson’s life. Only Mr. Ferguson’s close family had been invited to attend the funeral, so they all knew every detail of his life, but it was common practice to read it all anyways.

Juliana Snow’s story touched me very deeply. I found it hard not to cry as I read both parts. I personally feel as children have more maturity and intelligence than we sometimes give them credit for. Even though she was only four when she made the decision to go to heaven. I feel that she fully understood the choice she was making. I have personally experienced a situation like this but at the time I was too young to understand how selfish my family decision at that time was. My younger brother Elijah was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor at the age of two. The doctor told my mother that he would only make it to five. He was such a strong child and live until he was nine. But during that time, I know that the things he went through