Personal Narrative-Related Deaths

I learned my parents advice is not just nagging and trying to control my life, it is out of love for me! Throughout growing up I realize should listen to what they say because they are trying to help make the best decisions, so I can go onto better things. Not just in this story but currently too, as we get older we think we can make choices on our own, but our parents are our go to if we need help

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

No. He died when I was five, I think in a car crash. I don’t remember much of him, but I remember his bright smile and him chasing me around the yard when we played. He was so amazing!I know mom misses him too. With all the things that have happened with me lately, it’s been super hard without my dad.

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

Since this was the first day after a three day weekend, which cancelled one of our class sessions, we started the class with a review of the last week and how the course would work out. Also, to make the roll call a little more fun, we had to say what kind of food we would bring to a deserted island. For me, I said I would bring my mother’s own version of a “Frikandelle” which is a shredded turkey patty and no one apparently knew what I was talking about. Everyone mostly chose common recipes like pizza and burgers but, after having those things daily for the last three months (excluding winter break), I know I would be better off with something closer to home. After that, we did our daily exercise of rolling our bodies to our hips and lifting our arms to stretch our body.

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.

Murder, Homicide, Manslaughter, I had gotten away with all of these crimes...Well not me, the other me. Well, you see I have Multiple Personality Disorder, and I have three personalities. First there’s me, just your regular depressed guy, second there’s Rapunzel,kinda feminine, the hopeless romantic who thinks someone’s actually going to get me out of here, and lastly there’s Alan the psycho, aka the one who got me stuck in here. Hi, I’m Alex Gaskarth, the son of the president, stuck in Mount Hope Asylum for the Criminally insane, this weird 10 story building, and haha lucky me for being on the top floor…*note the sarcasm* yea thanks for that Alan.

To illustrate, I have learned a valuable lesson from not listening to my parents. Having to do what my mom and dad tell me to do is tough. Especially, when I am in the middle of something important like a math problem or I am out working in my workshop. Then they yell at me to go do a job.

of the bathroom I was still crying, one teacher saw me and just laughed. I don't know what my mom did

his family members and most of my moms. JJ was there and my girlfriend was there to for me to support me. Everybody loved my dad he was a special person to me and to everybody he touched. After the funeral i felt drained and in my mind i knew i woild have to step up and be a man to my family and to become a man. My mom was still a peidiatrician at peidmont and she still gets a lot of money for her job and we still can do all the stuff that we used to but the time part is going to be a problem so i am going to have to ride home with JJ after practice. The high school still needs to find a new head coach for the team ASAP and we need a new head coach for our AAU team. I go to basketball training that northgate has called summer league and meet

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

I think the one thing that I really learned is that not everyone sticks around. I thought going into high school that i’d have the same friends the entire time, that these were my best friends; again, I was wrong. Some of my friends moved away, others we grew apart, and a couple are still around. My best friend of nine years moved away last year and that was kinda difficult, but she still makes time when she can. The people that I grew apart from ended up going down a path that I didn’t want to be apart of. Losing people can be pretty difficult, but I learned that the only person that is truly there for me, is me.

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My great grandfather Bob Howell, who we called Papa Bob, was one of the greatest men ever in my opinion. He taught us many things, from how to treat one another to how to get through life accomplishing many things. Not too long ago he had experienced a fall. My cousins were outside doing yard work and had came in to get a drink, when the youngest heard someone. She saw papa Bob laying on the ground of his bathroom floor, and ran to get her sister. I got a call from her saying that she couldn 't get a hold of any of our parents. I started to panic and called my parents over and over until my dad answered. Papa Bob made it to the hospital, had scans done and got checked upped, but they said he was fine. As months went by he was never quite himself again, I blamed it on the fall secretly, but the doctors never found anything. It was getting worse and worse until he was put in the hospital. I knew his time was coming and I tried to spend time with him and listen to his stories when I could.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.