Personal Narrative On Death

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

The remorse grey morning awaited. I never knew one person could have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad.

I’ve always wondered what death feels like, finally coming to the point in your life where everything stops. Is it just a sudden silence? What does death taste like, what does it look like? People say that you can have a near-death experience, but I sure as hell haven’t ever had one. None of that “Life flashes before your eyes” B.S. I mean sure, I’ve had a few bumps and bruises, and a couple times I’ve come home anything but sober. I’ve never really come close to dying or death in general, well not until that day in the woods.

Funerals are usually attened to after a loved one has passed away. A living funeral is unique and can be seen a singular experience. My living funeral would be held at my house from two to five. The decor would very simplistic. My closests families and friends would attend wearing bright colors. We would enjoy a variety of foods, vegetables and fruits. After we eat we would gather around each other and share memories and stories. Afterwards an obituary would be read by my sister. The obituary is as follows Valy Yaldo, passed away after living a wonderful,short life on October 12, 2017 at the age of 17 in Coldwater, Michigan.She was born on August 14,2000 in Iraq. She was daughter to Dina and Athir Yald. Valy was also a sister to Merna Yaldo,

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.

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.

It was quite difficult for him to understand the reasons why he chose to live. At first, his reasons were quite altruistic: he lived for other people. As his life progressed, so too did his values. After people it became money, after money it became power, and after power was his present position. What motivated him now had to be the most cryptic of all, considering what it had willed him to do only a few days prior. Although he wasn’t menial enough to concern himself with the lowest forms of cash flow, Cecil had taken it upon himself to visit those who occupied the bottom of the hierarchy, to ensure that all was going according to his expectations. To his surprise, the small organization had been under careful watch, for what he could only

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

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.

Dying without pain and surrounded by loved ones can be a good death. I want to think this can also be a peaceful death, but it's so hard to see the peace in it when I can see the pain in others. Death affects individuals differently. I was able to accept my dad's death, even though I felt it was too soon, he was too young, and he was needed to stay here with us longer. He wanted to die at home and he did. I think his idea of his death would have been sudden, a heart attack or stroke and boom gone just like that, short and painless he’d be gone, but he was wrong. I think dying suddenly, unexpectedly, tragically or violently would not be a good death or peaceful death. The last time my dad was in the hospital, I told him he was either going

Death. A five letter word that frightens people. It is inevitable, yet still strikes a person by surprise when it happens. Sorrow takes over and pushes the good memories aside. Little did I know the good memories never leave, but are just put on hold in the grieving process.

I always thought that there was a secret, a truth privy only to those who had experienced it, about coping with death. Having never encountered it in my fifteen years of life, death seemed a mystery, and those left in its wake even more so. Rationality being my forte, I determined that they must know something that I didn't, because in my mind every question had an answer and every problem, a solution. I concluded that there must be a secret, some way to bear the toll that death takes and move on. Eventually my mind was filled with other things, more questions needing answers, more problems needing solutions, so I pushed my existential one to the back of my mind. Little did I know, the real answer would find its way to me, as answers always seem to do when you stop looking for them.

I can't count how many times I think of my near-death experience every time someone I know dies. To illustrate my accident, Daniel, who was my cousin experienced the exact same accident as I did. Unfortunately, on May 19, 2003, Daniel lost his life when he was struck and ran over by a drunk driver early Monday morning. From what my dad told me from the phone call he received, he was outside with his older brother playing soccer in the yard, when the ball rolled onto the street. Without being precautious, he ran to the street when the incident occurred, causing sudden death on impact. Eventually, my dad told me afterward that my cousin had passed. The scar I carry on my right forearm makes me reminisce the memories I had with him all the time.

You Always hear about death in the news, see it in movies , or even read about it

Since I often find myself paralysed in thought, I decided it would be better to hurl these ramblings out into the maelstrom of the internet than retain them within my own head. Then, like a warped father figure, I could watch them struggle to survive, stumbling on thin, wavering legs, before falling underneath the onslaught of memes and photoshopped cat pictures, the undisputed overlords of the world wide web. I presume everyone has those days where instead of actually moving from their bed, or their room, or even in some cases their own mind, they instead wonder about the nature of reality and the world around us. I find myself doing this around 90% of the time, and so I 'd expect that if I was thinking anything useful I would long ago have uncovered the truth of the life, unfurled the fabric of reality, and would long since have escaped this paltry existence to spend my eternal life sprawled between this universe and the next watching all of you foolish mortals struggle to survive. Unfortunately this hasn 't happened, and I 'm beginning to suspect it never will. Instead, I thought I 'd trick you all into reading my pointless drivel, and if this has now turned you off the idea, then haha! the joke 's on you, since you already put my hit counter up one. My most common preoccupation is with the notion of death and life ending, the sort of area most commonly monopolised by religion or the depressed. It 's a subject I 've found inherently fascinating since I was a child,