Personal Narrative : My Last Day Of My Life

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

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.

When something happens in your life when least expected, it is not always a good thing. Three years ago I didn’t think my life could be turned upside down, but it did. I and my husband started fighting a lot, and couple months later, we lost our house, and life started going downhill from there. As soon as I thought everything was getting better, it just got three times worse. This year, I told myself I was going to make it better for my family, but then I lost my kids to CPS.

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.

Endings are funny things. End of a book, end of a movie, end of school year. We have already ended the first month of the new year and are almost done with the second. As old things have ended and new ones have begun, I personally have been thinking quite about all of those events. The classes I've taken, the people I've met, and the people I've lost. Last year in particular was a tough one because I lost someone very close to me. A friend. In this article, I want to share my story and then tell you what I did to get through it. And share with you that you can do it, too.

I have finally get to get the notebook so that i could read it at the Funeral. Our show couldn’t wait if we wanted to be on broadway we had to out her death on hold and continue the show. Now that the show has been off broadway for a while there's time to plan the funeral. Me and jackson looked through it and it really doesn't make any sense, it’s like she wanted to die.

We all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.

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.

After four months of unglamorous international travel followed by four more months of endless, demoralizing doctor’s visits and hospital stays I returned to Miami worse for wear. Eight months without seeing my friends and barely keeping in touch through infrequent phone calls and texts meant that the vague, untested friendships I had made before my semester off had almost completely fizzled. Facing my mortality had subtly affected the way I acted and completely changed my perspective on life; making it difficult to reconnect with old acquaintances and to relate to the few friends I kept throughout my treatment.

The year was 2001 and I had suffered a tragic accident that left me near the loss of my life. I was four at the time and had been playing in the neighborhood with some friends when all a sudden, BAM! I was thrown to the bottom of a sewer and left unconscious. Not knowing what to do, a couple of friends who saw the act take place rushed to get my dad across the street to help retrieve me. Once my dad got to the scene he plunged down into the filth of the sewer and pulled me out of it. While I was semi-conscious from being pulled out of the hole, I had blood coming profusely out of my mouth as I began to violently throw up, little did I know, I was having seizures and did not even know what was going on around me, where I was, or if I was going to live. I had to nearly be life flighted out of the scene of I had a high chance of extreme brain damage or even death because of the high amount of blood swelling in the frontal lobe of my head. Once the paramedics finally arrived my eyes were swollen shut

On the morning of May 5th my views, my ideology, and my life changed dramatically. It was an expected loss yet caused me to realize just how much things in life mean, even the smallest things. After getting out of the shower and dressed for school I had time to spare so I decided to make sure everything was ready and eat some breakfast. I turned to look at my phone, after deciding to turn it on, and all I saw was a list of text messages from my mother. I normally don’t get that many texts, that early. I knew something bad must have happened. I unlocked my phone and began to read the messages. My great grandma had died; an influential person for me and my family. She died after being on hospice for 5 brutal days. Images flashed across my mind: her and I playing cards, her teaching me to cook, and her lessons, forever engraved into my soul.

“after the death and loss of a child you have feelings of guilt – which are common but not always present — confront and admit them. Examine the reality of how your child died and your actual intentions and actions at the time. You may see your actions or reactions in a more positive light. Forgive yourself for being imperfect — you did and continue to do the best that you can. After the death and loss of a child one of the major obstacle parents experience in their return to the world of the living is their inability to accept pleasure — or acknowledging that it even exists. But happiness or enjoyment is one of the most important survival tools, even if for just a moment in your grief. It’s okay to laugh in the midst of tears, to smile at someone or something. You might feel that your laughter betrays your child’s memory, but you need to know you are not abandoning your grieving by enjoying yourself. The only way to survive bereavement is to step away from it occasionally” (Rev. Carlos Cancelado).

My only suicide attempt was on the 27th of February, 2017. I was an overwhelmed sixteen year old and, in my eyes, I was completely alone in the world. I’ve had depression my entire life, but that day in particular just seemed the be the end of the world. I was lost in myself and I had been battling countless barriers in my life for as long as I could remember. I was tired of being in a constant war with myself and losing every single day.

I was having pretty a normal day and then BOOM!! In an instant it all changed for me.

David, we met when I was 19 turning 20. I'm turning 24 this year and I don't have any interest to rewrite history with you. When I met you, I was going through a very difficult stage in life (my breakup). Through that ugly mess you were a great person who made me realize that there are many more great guys out there.. And for that, I did end up liking you. However, you and I were so busy playing this cat and mouse game. Eventually, I grew out of that game and we stopped talking. We connected a year later (I contacted you to apologize) but it wasn't because I was interested in you or anything. I simply just want to apologize because that's where I'm at in life.. I want to apologize to those I've done wrong too. I did like you many many years