Personal Narrative: My Goal To Make The Obituary

Witnessing death was something that came surprisingly easy for me. I didn’t scream, I didn’t become sick, I was oddly settled.

Life often throws many obstacles our way and the approach towards it allows us to grow as an individual. A combination of significant events has shaped me into the person I am today by changing my perspective on life and teaching me valuable lessons. Throughout my interview with my mom, we talked about how death has made a big impact on my life. These specific experiences include losing my grandfather, my friend passing away, and getting a new puppy. My mom and I were able to share similar responses of how I grew stronger due to these events.

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.

I hope you remember me because I was a student in your Summer 2016 Legal Research and Analysis class at University of California, San Diego Extension. If you do not remember me, I was unable to send you a complete final memorandum as a result of being admitted to the hospital the night that the memorandum was due. I was recently let go from my job as a Litigation Paralegal, which I obtained during graduation week. Their only reason was that they needed someone with more experience. Right now I am trying to enroll in my last two courses at UCSD Extension in order to officially complete my ABA-Approved Professional Certificate. When I spoke with Azra Mukanovic, she informed me that Julia Dunlap and herself discussed the situation and agreed

The leather feels cold under my fingertips as I sit on our living room couch. My feet are propped up on the small coffee table, banging together lightly in boredom. Mom sits with me, our shoulders barely touching. It's only been twelve hours since I found Laura in the alley and the police already want to put us into protective custody. I don't want to go, but there is nothing tying me here anymore. Laura's gone.

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

I was just called this morning my niece died; one of my VA co-workers found me in restroom crying and the CIO told me to go home. This is the niece that I kept from birth, I am going to work tomorrow and will be there until her funeral. I calling you to let my administrator know. I would like to know what to put down for time today and for the funeral.

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.

Overall, I know that Illinois State University is the perfect choice for me and that is why I hope to pursue the remainder of my college career there.

For many years, they lived on campus in Margaret Nance because she was a RA and we laughed and talked about the highs and lows about living on campus; Summers used to be a driver for Pepsi and didn't have a clue to what he was doing when he first got the job, but has endurec being here over two decades. Alford worked here part-time while she attended Winthrop and after graduating she had a daughter five days later and decided to become full-time. Entering the building, one is blinded with awards from SCPA given to these great writers for the many great articles they've all written over the past 15 years. All in all, everyone seems content in what they do, but unfortunately, they haven't gotten a raise in nine years (how awful is that)?

I think I’m more likely like Will because I don’t do anything, beside watching youtube, hulu, netflix, and amazon. Number 1. He don’t have facebook, I have facebook but I don’t use it at all. Number 2. He don’t do anything at all because he have lot to do at home, track, and homework. I do all of that but I don’t do track. Last but not least number 3. He don’t do into drama, he got his work done, and he don’t cheat on people and don’t cheat on test. I don’t do drama, I got my work done, and I definitely do not cheat on people and test.

On March 16, 2014 there was a death. The death of a boy named Asher Alt. He was 15 with long black hair, khaki pants, a sweatshirt, and some Osiris shoes. There was, however, something very different about this death, the difference being that it only lasted about 90 seconds, and it was my death. Ninety seconds doesn’t seem like long, it’s only a minute and a half and isn’t ever directly documented as a death, but those 90 seconds of death sure did change my life. Death was most definitely a surreal experience unlike anything I could’ve imagined.

I thought she was crazy because I'm pretty sure that Cinna didn't want to see her naked. And, its disturbing to even read that she considered being naked in a room with Cinna. If I was her I would keep all of my private part hidden to everybody including Cinna. But after all he walked in her naked and looked at her body they were both quiet. Cinna took Katniss to dinner so he will tell her everything about Career Tribute and the people that will be designing Peeta.