Personal Narrative: Memorial Service

In the article “What Makes A True Friend” by Alex Lickerman he discussed what it is that makes someone a true friend. Lickerman included four interesting things that draw people together. The author also listed three details telling the reader what makes someone worthy of the title “true friend.” Finally, Lickerman explained to the reader how to attract a true friend. One step was becoming a true friend yourself. I myself have my own definition of what makes someone a true friend like most people. I believe that a true friend is someone that is always there for you, honest with you, and supports what you do even if they do not agree.

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

Dealing with grief is never easy. One of the hardest time in anyone’s life is when an acquaintance or a loved one passes away. In the second week of the Fall 2016 semester, I received a devastating call. I walked into my chemistry class, and my mom called me from Turkey to tell me that my grandmother had passed away. I sat in silence in the car on the way home and thought about my grandmother. She had taught me innumerable important lessons throughout my life. Losing her changed everything, and I knew I had to return to my home country to say goodbye to my grandmother.

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

So what are necessarily are true friends? A friend is someone who freely lets you be yourself without judgement. They don’t talk about you behind. They look out for you and only want

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

am beset {long pause} How long will I let the pain and loss define my life? An enduring struggle of loss and gain A monumental achievement through the tangles of deeds But is left alone with silent words

Brittany was said to seem cleared eyed and peaceful. Yet she still wanted to end her life. I don’t think that people should be able to take their life if the still have six months, that’s a lot of time. Also what qualifies a doctor to be able tell someone if they should or should not be able to take their life. However, I do think that at a certain point where the body is completely broken down and the person can do absolutely nothing they should have an option to end it. But if you allow every person that has a hard time be allowed to apply to “die with dignity” you will have a lot of dead people on your hands, no matter how many check points you put in place. People have a way of getting what they need.

Thinking about what someone would say about you on your obituary at the age of 15 was unusual. But after diving off the road and rolling around like a tumbleweed in a metal monster only to defy death, I laid on my hospital bed pondering the “what ifs”. What if I did die? Would they describe me with the typical characteristics of the young and departed: sweet, loving, caring, with a bright future? Of course turning a blind eye to my quick temper and sharp tongue; it’s rude to speak negatively of the dead. I came to the conclusion that I would be publicly mourned for a time period of about two weeks. My funeral would come and then I would be forgotten slowly as my classmates and extended family readjusted to their lives without me. My memory

So about three years ago my aunt past away and my entire family attended the funeral. For those of you that know my immediate family (the Hairston clan) you know that nothing good could possibly come this happening. I'm going to tell a story that is 100% accurate with no exaggerations what so ever. This story will be long but well worth the time. It involves a black cowboy, an elderly Jamaican man, a borderline racist grandmother and three asshole brothers.

The highway blurred in front of us as the blistering heat floated from the asphalt and pierced through the surface of my beloved green Buick Roadmaster. Having had to survive the 1100 mile journey to San Antonio under extreme heat and financial limitations, Chuck and I were suffering from hunger, thirst, and fatigue. Driving to his ex-girlfriend Catherine’s funeral, Chuck surprisingly showed a stoical acceptance of her death. However, his peculiarly expressionless face and complete lack of speech made me question his sanity. The last encounter they had was when she came to visit just a week ago, after which Chuck announced their break up. By then he had dated her for almost five years, faithful to her even from a different side of the country.

Wow!!! I am proud too say that my family and I joined the YMCA today. I feel as if Ive been living under a rock until now.If I never work out again, I will still be there just because the people are great and the positive energy there is so abundant. I love it. Dont be mislead it is not a gym but a huge playground for

The holograms should’ve warned us to take a deep breath. Close our eyes. Then again, the holograms should’ve done a lot of things. Like told the truth.

My design for my memorial is a square park where Ghandi died. I chose this place because it would help the people of Indian remember he didn't want Muslim-Hindu violence. It would be square with 3 entrances. There would be a purple and pink flower which mean peace in India. The paths would lead to a building. Inside there would be a statue standing on a black box that represents death. The statue would be of Ghandi. In front of the building there will be a granite wall with the names of those who died at the armistice massacre. The statue will have a cloth over his face to represent the home spun movement and to represent Ghandi never wanting publicity. The goal of the park is to remind people that Ghandi died for Hindu-Muslim peace and that