Personal Narrative Analysis

When I found out my aunt had breast cancer I was devastated because I thought of all of the things we used to do before she died. I remember when I was younger she would take care of me and my brother since my parents would be working or my mom would be at school. When me and my brother was younger she would drag my brother in the wagon and carry me in the wagon since I was smaller then my brother we would go up town and run erands with her we would go to the Piggly Wiggly so she can get groceries, To the drug store so she could get her medicine and the people that worked their would give us some candy everytime we went and we would go to Bonnies when it was open and get a cheese burger. When she would cook she would let me and my brother

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

When I made the decision to go to school to obtain my LPN, I was twenty-four years old. I was married with a 3 year old child and worked full time as a Certified Nursing Assistant with Hospice. My husband worked in the union but due to plants closing down in our area, he was laid off, and I was the main financial support for my family. I knew things were not going to be easy but I was determined to be successful, not only for me but for my family. I began the process of enrolling in November 2009 and was all set to begin school in April of 2010. I was beyond excited for this journey to begin. I had a wonderful support system, not only at home but with my co-workers as well and I knew nothing was standing in my way. Fast forward to December

The death of her resulted in the death of my childhood. It was a traumatizing event and it opened my eyes to realize that death is a sobering experience. I realized that the loss of my grandmother was finally conceivable and how detached I was from my own mother. Thus, I could finally understand my mother. I understood how long she remained sane in front of me and my brother, and I understood the hardships of adults trying to hide their pain for the sake of their loved ones. Being a witness of death -- an innocent death -- has altered my perspective on reality. In many ways, her death has raised awareness onto the emotional aspects of people I encounter. Perhaps my greatest realization is finding glimpses of her when I see my family. Without that little girl, I could never understand the value of a human life. And the loss of her youthful life, has inadvertently given me a sense of maturity and wisdom. Adults – like my mom -- lose so much in life and I could finally comprehend the endless hardships we

On June 3rd of last year, my grandmother had informed us that she had been diagnosed with lung cancer and she had a tumor on her lungs the size of a medium sized marble. This day on June 3rd just so happened to be her 60th birthday. A day that was supposed to be filled with nothing but joy for my beloved grandmother turned into a day filled with pain for my entire family. Through everything, no matter the situation, she would always remain positive. Though we were crying, she explained to us that everything happens for a reason and that we shouldn't be upset because she wasn't going anywhere for a long time.

Throughout one’s lifetime, it is almost guaranteed that he or she has heard the saying “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” This saying is pretty self-explanatory, and it is extremely helpful in multiple scenarios, especially in times of struggle. From a young age, I have always been a cheerleader. Recently, circumstances have changed causing me to question my abilities. I have numerous personal experiences throughout my life that illustrate this saying; however, this one is the most recent.

On May 6th of 1997 I was born in St. Johns hospital in St. Louis, Missouri. My family and I lived in a small town in the suburbs of St. Louis. I lived with my mom dad, and older brother Tyler. I attended a catholic school from pre-kindergarten until fourth grade. The summer before I started fifth grade my family decided it was time to move. We moved about thirty minutes away from our previous house to a little town in Illinois called Bethalto.

My aunt Kim was one of the nicest people I have ever met, and would do anything for anybody, she was basically my second mom/best friend. In early 2015 aunt Kim was diagnosed with stage 2 lung cancer. Nobody knew what to think everyone was just in shock for quite awhile. She kept doing her everyday things, and to me she was the strongest person I have ever met. She taught me to fight no matter how hard it's dragging you down, and don’t give up because you will get far in life someday.

The most influential event in my life was when my great-grandma died. My great-grandma was like my second mother in a sense. I loved going to her house when my parents would fight or if I was sad or upset. She was my security blanket, my go-to, my world. She was one of my favorite human beings on earth. She was and always will be my favorite grandparent of all time. She was 86 when she died. It was just after Thanksgiving 2016. She had been very ill. She was admitted to numerous hospitals in the previous months. We thought she was getting better, but she had gotten worse. I hadn’t had any previous deaths in my family, nor even been to a funeral. Losing my grandmother was the most emotional part of my life thus far. I lost my whole world in

From every blood relative to every immediate family friend, the women in this part of my life have helped me blossom into the young woman I am today. Of the many are two ladies who I could consider sisters, Julissa and Natalie, my role models. Not close to my age but young enough to identify with, they both helped me learn about who I was and where I fit in. Julissa is one of the funniest people you will ever meet, she never fails to bring out the light in the darkest of situations. Natalie was loud spoken, you could never tell her there was something she could not do. They taught me humility, to take the hand im dealt graciously and use it to my own advantage, to be myself no matter what because that's how to find the best company. If I ever felt alone, they gave me a safe place to voice my feelings. When Natalie lost her battle to Leiomyosarcoma in November of 2015, I was devastated. A beautiful soul, a mother to a four year old boy, and a role model and friend to me, gone by rare circumstances. Although this hit hard, the love and togetherness spilling over from family and friends all around made it as if her spirit never left us. The lessons she taught me, I could find in all those around me, and I would never forget the strength she showed during her last moments. She was and still is everything I aspire to be in motherhood, friendship, and faith.

I woke up feeling tired. I turned over to see the red lights that read 5:45 A.M. Way too early for me. I got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen to open the fridge. Choosing yogurt for my breakfast as I opened my laptop to check tumblr. After scrolling through my dash and finishing my choice of breakfast, I got ready, checked to see if I had everything I needed, and made my way to the car— where my mom was waiting.

I walked into the Mr.Freeze line at Six Flags I saw the people in front of us get on. They sat down and buckled them in, then the countdown started 5,4,3,2,1 “Bye”. The Machine was off I counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Then they were back all paralyzed with fear. Our Turn! Me and my mom hopped on the ride and they buckled us in. All I could think was “No Way Out!!!”. Then I started to shake and to shiver while my sister in front of me with my dad had a jolly smile on her face! Then the countdown started 5,4,3,2,1 “Bye”. We took off zooming through twists and turns slamming into the tracks as we went.I’m going to die!! I thought. I tried to scream but my voice was to scratchy from the other rides I screamed and screamed but nothing.

My grandmother passed 7 years ago. It is comforting to know that after many years, my grandparents are finally reunited in heaven. There are so many

Especially her, she would always tell me how sick and tired she was of fighting cancer. Since she wasn't feeling well we decided to stay home. When it was time to leave saying goodbye was alwaist the hardest because I never Knew if it is going to be the last. In this case it was. That same night my family woke up to a phone call from my uncle.

My aunt inspires me every day with her strength. Seeing her go through with was not easy and seeing how the doctors made such a difference in not only her life but in our life too. They were able to diagnose her before it really injured her. This event has really shown me what I want to do with my future and why I want to do it. I’ve considered becoming a doctor in the past but have never really stuck to it but now I know it is what I want to do. Seeing how they