Personal Narrative: Always Go To A Funeral

We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing

The Front de Liberation du Quebec was an extremist paramilitary organization, purposed with French-Canadian separatism, which officially operated from 1963 to 1970. Their primary goal was Quebec’s sovereignty from Canada. They were most prolific and media focused during the October Crisis, during which they executed Pierre Laporte and abducted James Richard Cross. These actions were accompanied by a media release by the FLQ, a manifesto. This proclamation highlighted the plights of Quebecers as being impoverished, unrepresented by their politicians, ignored by Canadian government, and exploited by Anglophone Canadians. The manifesto demanded that Quebec immediately sever political ties from Canada, and be recognized as a sovereign country. Violent as their actions were, the FLQ was successful in nationally representing the unjustness of the unrepresented Quebec citizen. Seven years after the conclusion of the October Crisis, Bill 101 Charter of the French Language, was signed. Bill 101 did not accomplish the exact goals of the FLQ’s attempted coup - the sovereign country of Quebec – but it accomplished a cultural resurgence in Quebec, namely more representation of Francophone-Canadian culture. Though the Front de Liberation du Quebec’s actions and demands, did not grant Quebec its political sovereignty, it spearheaded a movement that absolved the Francophone culture of Quebec from being assimilated into the Anglophone culture of Canada.

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

The reality that someone has been removed eternally from your lifetime is a large, unwieldy fact to come to terms with. However, the funeral provides a psychological point of closure so that healing may begin. As stated by Selected Funeral Homes, “…a loved one's death is much more of a process-requiring hours, days, and even weeks to fully believe the reality. Because this realization of death is not instantaneous, funeral rituals help people gradually accept that their loved one has made the transition from here to there.” This is an important point to ponder and internally understand in a world of instant gratification and resets. Often seen in the American pop culture of film, TV, and video game violence are the numerous deaths and gruesome ends that characters meet. It is all too easy to focus on the hero’s triumph, or hit the reset button one more time. It is a world of quick reward and feedback, and if that has not been achieved, you do it again until you are satisfied. It is critical to realize that there is a permanent “game over” for people and things in the real world in order to re-shift focus on coming together as a society to create and celebrate a shared piece of

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

People should be crying because of the great memories they have made with you and not just that the person is gone. Instead of contemplating about how you will live without that person you should be seeing it as an opportunity for that person. You should learn from your loved one’s death and grow not crumple up into a ball and cry. Recollect on the individual’s past and learn from the advice you may just now notice is helpful. Instead of becoming gloomy with you thoughts embrace the fact that they are gone and know that they will always be by your side and you may not know it at the particular moment.

My dad's brother told me to stop playing the song, now was not the time to be playing music. He then told me to come into the kitchen with him, after going into the kitchen, I noticed prepared food and deserts on all of the counters and then I was confused. If there was a party going on why was everybody crying? He turned me around, so I was facing him as I was scanning the kitchen trying to understand why all this prepared food was here, and no one was having any. My uncle Ray looked me right in the face, and said one sentence that changed my life forever. And that sentence was “YOUR SISTER JACKIE IS DEAD.” Jackie was sixteen years old, at the time of her death. Jackie died as the result of a car crash on the way to the picnic. If my two friends and I had gone to the picnic, we would have suffered the same fate. Needless to say I Ioved my sister Jackie very much.

When my mom arrived home from work I told her how my dad insulted me in public space in front of my friend because of his stupid rule that he claimed I broke. My mom was really annoyed by the situation, so she went and spoke to my dad about it. Did that solve the problem? Well, hell no! It only made matters worse. Dad's face got darker, his pupils expanded, breathing rapidly and his heart rate increases. Bang, bang, bang across my mom's face. she fell to the ground, got up and walked away.

It was on a Tuesday and we were in the car alone as he was the one driving. He asked me about school and before he had finished talking, I rolled my eyes and responded: “it’s none of your business”. I continued without looking at him “you don’t always have to ask me about my day, you’re just my dad”. It was terrifying, but I did it. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever done, in fact, I almost chickened out. I did the same thing to my mom an hour later. I was only able to do this because my mom had no idea of what had happened, my dad had just dropped me off and went to work. I was kind of nervous and scared about doing it again because of how my dad had reacted. She said hi to me and chatted for a while. She told me to go freshen and come help her clean. I Interrupted and told her no and as she was about to speak again, I rolled my eyes and went upstairs. She was shook and didn’t react until a minute

People had questioned myself for not having a funeral and found it hard to comprehend. It was something that David and I had discussed. When my father died some 8 years ago, he decided he didn’t want to have a funeral and to give his ashes to his mates to spread on the golf course where he spent his happiest recent memories. I must admit, it took my sister and me some time to understand and accept it. But that’s what his wishes were and it’s about respecting that, not what you want, but what they would want. RIP Dad.

Acne can be a huge confidence-buster amongst people of all ages. Both fresh breakouts and scars from previous acne flares can make a person feel conscious about their appearance. While topical treatments, medicines and ointments can greatly reduce the number of fresh breakouts, one needs to deal with the scars left behind by acne as well.

Have you ever had the courage to go a Funeral? Well I have, not wanting too. A funeral might be the saddest things to go to watching people cry right in front of you and having to see the dead body in front of you. Having to be their might be the worst thing to sit through and that was only beginning of it.

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Famous American therapist David Richo once wrote, “Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.” I believe these words are undeniably true, and they have paved every intricate plan for the future I want to pursue. I am excited and determined to study psychology and social work in order to view the beautiful parts of the human mind beneath the ugly scars that every person bares internally. I feel that I have the drive, as well as the mental strength and capacity, to study the marvelous human mind and its different peculiarities. Only certain people have what it takes to pursue a career in social work, especially with a psychological emphasis, but I have full confidence in my academic ability and myself in order to chase my dreams.