Personal Narrative: My Aunt Jessica's Death

Watching my grandmother lay in the hospital and dieing was one of the most painful feelings I have ever felt in my life. I felt many different emotions when she passed away. I felt sad, angry, shocked, and many more, but all those feelings made me stronger as person mentally. I knew that one day everyone would die and no one could control that. Her death affected me in both a positive and negative way. My dad regrets many things that he did to his mom, so I know now that one day my parents will die and I should respect them and let them know I love them every day. The death of my grandma also made a negative effect on my life. Ever since she passed away my family been breaking

In chapter 19 of your book Edward deals with the loss of Sarah Ruth.Edward loses Sarah Ruth due to an illness.I have dealt with loss such as Edward did in chapter 19.I lost my dog/best friend to an infection.Due to the infection she couldn't walk or eat. I got Chivers when I was 3 and lost her when I was 13.That's a long time,she had grown on my whole family and nobody could believe what my dad had done.He put her down because he thought it was the best for her and I guess he was right. Edward and I don't deal with the same type of loss.I saw Chivers being put down from a mile away.Edward losing Sarah Ruth was a surprise. So she eventually had gotten very skinny and helpless and had to get put down so she would no longer suffer.

Courage and Cowardice: A Delicate Dance. Life's a bit like a dance floor, don't you think? Picture this: courage and cowardice, an odd pair of dance partners, moving together on the same stage. Now, let's dive into "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee, a timeless tale from 1960 that transports you to Maycomb, Alabama, in the 1930s. The backdrop of this story is painted with racial tensions and social injustice, creating the setting where Scout, a curious girl, attempts to unravel it all.

After several weeks of my Grandmother passing, I came to realize she wasn’t coming back. The feeling of shock had left and now I felt intense amount of emotional suffering. The continuous feeling of pain and unanswered questions lingered about in my mind. I began to wonder how it could have happened and what people could have done differently. At this time, my whole family was grieving over the loss as well.

Losing someone who is close to you, usually happens to everyone. The difference between people when this situation occurs is how you live after it has happen. My six word memoir was “looking up and hoping you’re there”. My aunt unexpectedly passed away last year in April. No one really understood and to be honest, I still don’t understand why this would happen. I got called up to the office, and my mom picked up my brother and I. She was taking us to the hospital to see her. I didn’t know what state she was in. Then we were brought to the Critical care unit, my heart sunk because I knew this wasn’t good. I prayed and prayed to God that it this wasn't true. By the time we got there, she was considered brain dead. A little background with my

The part of this that tore me apart the most was that I couldn’t even go to her funeral, it was on the first day of classes, and grandpa told me to stay at college and not go to the funeral because it’s what grandma would want. This broke my heart. I thought I was a horrible granddaughter. I went with my grandpa’s wishes even though it was the most difficult decision I have ever made.

It was the morning of August29,2005,as we sit in the fourth floor of the hospital room my mother is in, all of a sudden we hear heavy rain and powerful wind that was going about 140 miles per hour. We thought it might be a regular storm because it was already raining for hours , but then all the televisions and the phones and power all of a sudden go out and thats not normal at all. The nurses had to get all the "bed ridden" patients out the rooms and into the hallway as they are doing this the nurses got into panic mode.. and started DROPPING medication and giving patients medication they do not need.. and then it was this BIG striking that hit the side of the building and broke all the windows.. so then we where trying to make sure we didnt get hit by the glass.The nurses got out of luck and one screamed " We are going to die anyway", as soon as she said that everybody got out of hope and stopped trying to survive. Also after she said that one of the other nurses came and gave my mother a pill but I smacked it out her hand and told my mom she is not taking it. Over 3O patients that was there died and they demanded that all the visitors leave the hospital even though

They met eyes. Jessica was ready to leave when she saw Luke. Luke glanced at her and gave a grin. She gave a smile back. He officially met her outside, and asked her on a date. She eventually agreed.

The morning was gloomy and cold. Today was November 22nd at the Hope Lutheran Church. Today, my family and I were attending Grandma’s memorial service. My family looked so cleaned up and fancy. I thought if this wasn’t a memorial service we were going to, we looked like we were going to a fancy dinner. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the latter. All 14 of us piled into two separate cars and headed on our way. I felt empty and hollow approaching the church. Today would be the day that my family and I would shed waterfalls streaming from our eyes. The church had felt homely and rustic before, but now it felt dark and sad. Grandma didn’t deserve to die, I thought, as I went through the doors of the church. The church felt warm inside, like a warm blanket from the dryer. Why is 2014 such a bad year for us? Why did Uncle Mike die? Why

The line separating reality and the illusion of reality is a blur. The line separating the narrator’s self-aware expression and his story telling is a blur. The line separating Ambrose and the narrator is a blur. All of this may blur understanding. It is clear, however, that these blurs exist because of the “funhouse”. A funhouse, Lost in the funhouse, in which exist other funhouses. Various funhouses exist in the story and in the writing. For this reason, the title Lost in the funhouse is very significant.

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.

She would be the first person you want to go to when you needed help, you were confused or lost, or if you just wanted to talk. She was there for everybody. She worked tirelessly to help the people she cared about, taking in and housing so many, putting all her efforts into raising so many that weren’t even her own children, but she treated them as such. I was one of many “adopted” children, and because I was growing up without my mom at the time, my auntie took over that role. There were times where we butted heads and disagreed, but no matter what was going on, my success was the most important thing on her mind. Even when I was suffering from severe depression and didn’t care about my own future, she made my education her top priority, doing everything in her power to ensure I prosper. Having such a helping heart often made things difficult for her, but she was never

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

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

Life is unpredictable and an accident can happen anytime. on our way back home from church my dad was driving a black 2012 Toyota Highlander, which is a family car that seven people can ride in it. My younger brother, Taw Nay Gay, and I were sitting on the seat behind the driver seat by the door. My other two younger brothers, Gay Nay Soe and Soe K Maw, sat in the seat behind me, and my mom sat in the front passenger seat. For the first time a nineteen year old girl like me started to believe that I had a reason to live and my life could be taken away anytime. This happened on October first 2017, 7:30 pm when we got into a car accident by the traffic lights intersection. Three cars were damaged, but everyone in the cars were fine.