Personal Narrative-Is It Possible To Stay Positive?

Losing a grandparent at the age of 11 and younger was hard enough but losing one at the age of thirty-five hurt just as much. My grandmother is still living, I wasn't as close to them as I was to my other grandparents but there was still a relationship that was built throughout my lifetime. I had the chance to visit my grandfather while he was in the hospital. Regretfully when I went to see him he was too ill to have a conversation with, but my grandmother reassured me that it was ok because he knew I was there. My grandfather was cremated, this was the first time I attended a funeral where I saw a box of ashes holding someone who I loved. His funeral consisted our close family members and my grandfather's remains were placed in a mausoleum. His death affected all of us in one way or another, this was the first time I saw my dad cry. It makes me sad that he is no longer with us but glad he is no longer

This year my great grandpa passed away, and it was an emotional rollercoaster. He went to christmas dinner

I have also gone through as what has happened to Holden after his brothers death. In which it has felt hip broken feeling isolated. Sometimes situations that occur or happen in our lives leave a big impact on after. Same has happened to me I couldn't get over when I had to move to Austin. I was hurt when my parents told me we had to move to Austin.

My father lost his nearly year long battle to Stage IV colorectal cancer and passed away on that date. After his death, my whole world slipped away from me. Yes, it was tough when I had to watch him struggle with his disease, but I knew that he was there for me if I needed it. To know that no matter how hard I tried, I would never see or hear him again was simply just too much for me to bear. I became less interested in everything that previously occupied my time, but especially school. My grades did not become gradually worse; they simply fell off of the proverbial

I have never been the most optimistic person. Although I can find positivity in virtuous situations, I can also nitpick at minor negative aspects of substandard ones. As I read

When I was about 5 or 6 years-old, I lost one of my grandmothers to Lung Cancer. She was my best friend; we were always together no matter what. I remembered when she passed away. Everyone cried but me. They said that she was my angel and would always be with me. I believed them, but I also knew that it would finally grow on me, and I would have to realize that she was buried and never coming back.

I cried so hard. nobody knows how it feel to loose a family member that close to you especially one you grew up with. I talk to him everyday on the phone he has grew up in so many ways. I remember one day i went to go see him it was

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

I came in last Wednesday actually,but I couldn't stay there for seconds after I got a message from my father.

Staying positive was one of the hardest things to do in my life. Having to struggle for 6 straight years will start to make you think you are cursed.

As I was pondering on where my roots of optimism came from, I came to a realization that my optimism comes in many forms. First off, it is all about mindset and practice. If a person is constantly thinking negatively, the only thing radiating off of that person is negative energy. Not everything in life will all be happy, and a part of being optimistic is understanding this and learning to deal with negative situations with a positive outlook. For example, just before the start my freshman year of high school, my family got relocated from Northwest Indiana to Southwest Ohio, and making the adjustment was harder than I initially thought. I was struggling to make any friends, I would come home crying, and be upset with my parents for making us

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

I remember walking away after a couple minutes, I was at my business when he stopped by to visit. After hearing this devastating news I went to the back of store as I could feel my eyes beginning to fill with tears. I tried to be strong but couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. With tears running down my face I remember my mom coming to the back to comfort me. I had to pull myself together but was it so hard, so much information processing in my mind. I had so many thoughts of why, how, anger, emptiness and so much sadness.

It was spring break of 2007. My Family was looking forward to our trip to California where we were visiting Disneyland then we were making our way down to San Diego to visit the internationally famous San Diego Zoo. After our trip to Disneyland, the phone rang. My Grandmother was on the line and what she said next shook our world. “Grandpa had a heart attack and he’s

Losing my grandmother was one of the worst things that have happened to me. When she died, I knew my life had changed. I watched her take her last breath in the hospital and it was very heartbreaking. She was like my second mom because she was always with me. I didn’t think it would come so soon. Dealing with her death was one of the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do. It was very hard because it was my second experience of losing someone very close to me around the same time of the year. I had to learn how to cope with losing her. I let all my emotions out, I didn’t listen to what anyone was saying, and I had to remember to take care of myself. Losing my grandmother changed me because she did everything for me. I had to grow up and be more responsible. I had to learn how