Personal Narrative Essay: The Death Of Andy Hollows

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

In November of 2014 my aunt tragically took her own life. That day I got a tearful phone call from my dad; I could feel his heart breaking as the words came out of his mouth. I held back tears as I drove to his office to be with him, knowing that in this moment I had to be strong for my dad. Together, heavy-hearted, we went and broke the news to my grandparents. During a time of year when most people prepare to gather together with loved ones to celebrate the holidays, my family and I were unexpectedly thrown into a period of mourning. My grandmother asked again and again why Joanie did what she did. I was at a loss for words. I had no answers. I still don’t.

To know that a father may never see his son again, impacted me greatly. I was thankful  that my family is safe and not in danger. Thankful that my family has never felt a bullet in their flesh. Thankful for everything they have done for me. They are irreplaceable and therefore, I believe that every opportunity we have, to spend it wisely with a loved one. Materials can be replaced easily but a person

Shortly after Tom’s death, I had lots of emotions going through my head. The death of my husband made me sad, but also angry that the white people won once again. I was sick and tired of watching the white people win against black people because of skin colour. I’m positive that Tom wouldn’t have died if his skin was white. It was because of skin colour that he died. I can’t believe that white people can get away with unjust things like this. I knew that I had to do something about it, so I became an activist for the rights of coloured people across America. His death made me realize that a lot of innocent coloured people in America had to face the same thing as I did. I can’t stand the fact that coloured people face discrimination because

My mom gave us a hug and a kiss, got in her car and drove off to the nursing home. The next 45 minutes where probably the hardest time I had ever experienced. I paced back and forth, not knowing what to do with myself just anticipating a call. Soon enough that call came, my mom called my dad and told him the bad news. It was on that day, February 22nd 2016, when I realized that throughout the journey that we had all gone through I had learned what family really and truly meant to me. It meant people who were supportive, willing to love others and were able to be rock for someone during any kind of situation whether it be a important moment or a bad time like

I felt really connected to your experience after reading your personal narrative essay. I could relate to your essay because I suffered a lost in my family too. When I was really young, my grandma passed away suddenly and my time with her was cut short significantly. So, reading your personal narrative essay made me reminisce back to the day I found out she died. Similarly, just like you I went through a wave of emotions consisting of shock, grief, and acceptance. I'm sorry for your loss and I can't imagine the full extent of what you went through.

To emphasize, she has been prolonged in a hospital for over two months due to critical conditions of her sickness. Though it was excruciating I visited her as much as I was permitted. I knew I had a minimum amount of time to spend with her so I made every possible second count. It was exactly one week and three days before Christmas day when she passed. I planned to give her her present the day of Christmas but was unfortunately unable to. I was in extreme agonizing pain and for this reason I became detached from myself and the world for a half a year, but I knew I couldn't stay this way for the rest of my life so I strived to cope with these traumatizing obstacles which eventually led to become resilient.

The day that we got out from school was very cold. My sister and I were standing outside waiting for our bus to come. As soon as we got on it we were so excited for Christmas Break. When we got off at our stop we both ran home. As soon as we got home our mom was baking and Christmas music was playing I was so excited for Christmas.

Mom and I got in her car, and headed back to Conway to see him before the Hospice came, and took him away. By the time we got their the Hospice were already their cleaning him up, my Grandpa was sitting on the couch, so I went right over there and sit right beside him. After the Hospice’s got done my mom told me to go see him, so I tried but I just couldn’t I was so close to him I just couldn’t go in there after 15 years, so I just stay in the living room. So we had the funeral in Tennessee, and everyone was there about a week later my Aunt Sissy passed away, so let’s just say I had a hard winter last year.

It was eight days until Christmas everyone was off from school and it was the beginning of winter break, Christmas songs were playing, trees were up in houses, Christmas lights were shining, and normally I would have been in my warm bed still asleep at 6:30. But today was the day that I was going to have people surrounding me and waiting on me in a hospital. I knew that sometime during my life I would have to a surgery to correct a scar that was on my lip. This surgery was something that I was dreading more than anything else in my life.

My whole world came crashing down when my mom woke me up at 5am on Monday March the 16th 2015. I knew my Pawpaw was going to die, I just did not expect it to happen so soon. He did not get to see me graduate or make something of myself. He never got the polkadot house I promised him when I was eight. He never got to teach me how to drive stick shift. I felt selfish for wishing he was still here despite the pain he was in. I kept thinking about how he should be here with me, but instead he had to die. I acted strong for my family knowing that my mom had to plan the funeral I did not want to see her more stressed than she already was. Knowing that I needed to be strong so that the pain would not have to be worse. I hid the fact that my heart was in

Some people have definitely had it worse than other but we all share some type of burden that is carried everywhere we go in life. The same little boy in the photo has been through worse aches than I could ever imagine at his age. Having one of your parents go into cardiac arrest on the eve of Christmas is greatly unfavorable, but it happens. It happened to him. When I found out about the incident the next morning I was heart broken. Not only because that was my uncle, but that was my baby cousins father. A father can never be replaced. He was only 7 years old. I am almost 19 years old and I still couldn’t wrap my mind around that happening to my mother or father. I never though I could see this little boy become sullen, yet he was. I never thought I could see this little boy cry so heavily, yet he was. Ever since the event happened he has been extremely compassionate and always shows affection toward his family members. Always saying “I love you’ and giving hugs and kisses whenever possible. Even though what happened was such a sad event, it taught both him and I something

On a gloomy and foggy day in Denver, Colorado Michael decides to go on a hiking trip by himself. He is a tall skinny, brown hair and eyed man. Michael is 24 and decided he doesn't want kids because he wants to live his life free. Michael gets all his equipment ready and drives to the mountains. As Michael approaches the trail he sees detectives investigating a case. He drives up and rolls down his window slowly.

In spite of the fact that we were deeply sadden by the event, my family pulled together and did everything we could to help my grandfather return home healthy. My grandmother visited my grandfather every day in the hospital and rehab facility. My uncle would accompany my grandmother or simply drive her to

he was gone. As the doctors came to tell us that he had passed away, I could see the hurt and tears in his eyes. To have the nurses hug and cry with us after my son passed let me know in my heart this is what I want to do with my life, to not only do a job, but to do something that would make a difference in someone else life. Losing my son made me know life is a gift treasure everyday of it and never take it or each other for granted. Always tell your family you love them because you never know when it maybe the last