Personal Narrative On Memorial Day

This time around it was more unconceivable and included all the emotions that come with losing a loved one. I was only 16 years old trying to make it through high school. This is a time when losing a friend doesn't even seem feasible. A good friend of mine died of a drug overdose. I was in denial when I was told of Chino's death. Everything seemed so unreal as if someone was playing a cruel joke on me. His death affected me and the way I looked at friendship. It helped me cherish those around me because I never knew when I would lose someone else who meant so much to me again. A lot of our friends attended his funeral and there were a lot of tears shed. The fear of losing a close friend soon came again. In 2006 at the age of twenty-five one of my first love died due to a road rage incident. The vehicle he was riding in went over a bridge and landed in a body of water. The other two individuals he was with made it out alive, but he lost his fight shortly after arriving to the hospital. I felt so much anger, my emotions were everywhere and unpredictable. Due to some issues we had not talked for a while but had recently reconnected. There were a lot of unspoken words that we never had the chance to share and for the longest time I lived with so much regret for the way things stood between us at his time of death. It has

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

If there was anything more terrifying to a shy, introverted, teenage girl than the idea of being a in crowded room full of strangers, it would to be actually in one. Yet, there I was, surrounded by a numerous amount of impatient, jet-black cars that illuminated the dark streets, rows of musicians rehearsing their piece by playing a dissonance of sounds, and the expectant, motley crowd of people lining up on the sidewalk for the veteran’s parade.

It was May 23th, 2015, two days before Memorial Day. This weekend was also the Pacesetter Soccer Invitational. It was the 1st game we had played in the tournament and I was going in for a tackle. I put my right foot in front of the ball to get it, and the girl kept going. She knocked me over because she was a lot taller than me (surprise). I hit the ground so hard. She kept dribbling, but I knew I could not give up. I got back I could not catch up with her because there was a shooting pain in my back.

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It’s happened to us all, we have said something that didn’t come out right. When, this happens the words that spill out do not represent your message. Instead the person or people the words are directed to may be offended or worse. This is an example where I was placed in this exact position.

I miss my dad. He was so valiant to defend our country in the Vietnam war. Unfortunately, he was the only one who kept me company, since my mom was always working. Recently, a family moved in down the street. We decided to pay them a friendly visit. My mom, being the sweet woman she was, had time to make cookies and bring them to our new neighbors. The lady who answered the door was named Mrs.Kwon. She had escaped with her daughter from the violence and terror in Vietnam. Mrs.Kwon invited us in. I noticed a girl about my age, with coffee colored hair, and a lilting voice.

Silence and darkness loomed over the room. Other than the occasional snore and bed creak, the room is silent, oblivious to the war that is being fought in Vietnam. Men are being ripped apart; their innards mercilessly pierced by the multitude of rounds penetrating through the air. One wrong move and suddenly, you’re soaking red, staining the garment around your torso and cementing your fate. But in this room, we were oblivious to such pains, such bloodshed. It was like if the war wasn’t even happening at all, isolating us from the pain and the death that would ultimately be subjected upon us. One of these days, we were going to be deployed, with almost ninety percent certainty that we would never see our families again. Ah, fuck it! I joined

Going into Country Manor I thought that many of the residents there would be happy and excited to see us and play games with and the staff would be helpful. While at Country Manor I mostly played games and delivered mail with residents. The first few times I went I played games like Jenga, dice, and crazy 8’s. I played with individual residents, groups of people, and with some of the kids from Kids Country. Many of the residents I played with really enjoyed the games and the social interaction with new people. One gentleman I played Crazy 8’s with was a Vietnam War veteran who enjoyed hunting. My dad is a veteran and my grandpa is a Vietnam War Veteran so we talked a lot about Vietnam. We also talked about hunting and fishing and shared many

I am laying in bed trying to fall asleep, I couldn't. It is a very stormy night. I do not know why but for the 81 years that I have been breathing, I could never fall asleep in a storm. I was dozing off when all of a sudden I heard a big BANG. I have never heard that sound before. I got up to look out of my window, I couldn't see much because the rain was pouring so hard that it made everything disappear. The last time I experienced a storm like this was two years ago when I had to cancel my fishing trip with my best friend because a tree fell on his vehicle. I was disappointed that day because I closed down the lodge on the day before Memorial Day.

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

Summer is here! The sun is out, the air conditioning is blaring, not to mention the humidity is through the roof. The only problem is my skin is as white as Casper the Ghost. Something had to be done about this as soon as possible. I was on a mission to become flawlessly tan instantly. There ought to be something I could buy that could achieve this. I went to the local Walmart the day before Memorial Day weekend without any clue of how I was going to accomplish this feat.

Our story begins like any other love story out there. He is a country boy lives in the Midwest of the states, and I’m a city girl was born in Vietnam. One day, he decided to follow his dream, and move to Vietnam, and at the same time I had to leave my country to go to the states with my family. On that summer day in Vietnam, we ran into each other at the airport. A guy with the deep voice, looked into my eyes and asked if I was okay. Suddenly, my heart beat faster and I lost my mind for a second when I looked into his blue eyes. We had a short conversation, then say goodbye and walked in two different directions.

I am sitting in my gymnasium, the year 2012 I am in the 3rd grade. A row of veteran’s sits across from us. They each take a turn to stand when presented. Then the whole school, including myself, turns their heads towards a projector a we watch slides of pictures from each veteran’s life. I can remember how fascinated I was by the slides. I would look at the slides as they were being explained and then look at the veteran it was about and think, “They went through that?” I could not imagine how they could go through what they did and make it through to tell their stories.

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.