Personal Narrative: Sammie's Death

I’m not going to lie, i shed some extra tears. But as soon as i touched her cold hand and told her that i loved her, i knew that she was going to a better place and that she was no longer in pain. As i remembered all of the amazing times i had shared with her, i heard a voice in my head telling me that it was okay to be upset, and that it was all going to turn out okay. I believe in crying & acception. I believe that every storm runs out of rain. I believe that everything will turn out okay. I believe in

Reading her story has helped me see my insecurities in another light, and realize that if I am open and up front with my friends and loved ones, that they are likely to lift me up and give me the support to relieve my anxieties rather than confirm my

On July 10th, 2015 one of my best friends, Lexi Kretsch died in a car crash on her way back from Mankato. Personally, it was a really hard thing to go through and I would never wish that upon anyone, but it is the circle of life and she is in God’s hands. Lexi and I had played softball together for two years. After she passed away prematurely, it was difficult to play the game that brought us together. Jen Kretsch, Lexi’s mom, then started to contact telling me to play for Lexi and her legacy.The item that helped me the most was the Bible. I would take out passages that would pertain to me for that day and I would feel as if she was talking to me. I learned how to play/live with the hole in my heart. Feeling that emptiness made me start to

An entire year had passed since his mother died and Sammy’s whole life crumbled before him.

That fact alone hit me like a train. I loved Grandpa. Ever since I lost my uncle Ray, I seldom let Grandpa out of my sight. But what truly drove a dagger straight through my heart was witnessing my happy-go-lucky nine-year-old brother’s face fall. Watching a little boy be completely devastated by death was a new brand of agony that words can’t

Although its not always easy, some days being worse than others, I keep persevering. I’ve developed life skills to help me overcome obstacles and I know I have built up the strength to be able to handle the worst of situations. It’s important to me to live every day to the fullest and never take time for granted. Life can be taken away so quickly, therefore its important to not leave any regrets, do what makes you happy, and always tell the people you love, that you love them. Although I don’t seem much different than my peers in most situations I encounter and most conversations I participate in, I will still always be the girl whose mom passed away. My experience is very meaningful to my life and I feel as if I wouldn’t be complete without sharing. The loss of my mom has impacted me significantly, shaping my personality and all other aspects of who I

She didn’t expect to lose her mom before she could even graduate high school, or her brothers graduate middle school and certainly my grandmother did not expect to have to bury her own child and yet she’s still been a rock for us. She has had to be because she knows everything will have to be okay eventually. But on that day, when my mom died, nobody ever said those magical words to me. Nobody but myself. At least my brothers had me to blame for the false hope, but I didn’t know how I was going to live with myself thinking that I let them down because no, my mom wasn’t okay and I knew that the second I saw her blue lips and colorless feet.

I was born in Chicago and have been the only child in my family since July 18, 2003. My mom, Heidi Ong, and dad, Troy Ong, used to be full time workers as a stockbroker and a school teacher but, after the realization of the little time they would be able to spend with me, we moved out to Boulder Ridge in Lake in the Hills where I lived for the first years of my life. I’ve always had a close connection with animals because they basically took the spot of siblings in my family because apparently a family of three is the perfect size. In Boulder Ridge my mom realized she wanted to be flower farmer after figuring out that the suburban life wasn’t for us. That is when I moved across the street to a farm now taking on the name

All I can smell are the good memories fading away. The smell of her fur reminds me of the times when we would cuddle and I would sing to her in a hushed voice. The smell of her fur reminds me of the time when she had my favorite book, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire between her paws as though she were reading it. But now those memories are gone because this isn’t a time for singing, isn’t a time for laughing; it’s a time for crying. To me, Sammy is already dead and this is just a mirror image of her grave in the center of my dead brain, my dead heart.

“Get a room!” said Ally, making a face. Ally is Sam’s best friend. Sam has lived through the scary, wonderful experience of drugs, sex, high school parties and not to mention, lots of draggy homework. Not too long after her senior year starts, her life flashes before her eyes. February 12th turned out to be the last day of her life but the very weird thing about it is, sam still wakes up the next morning. I don’t get what’s up with all of the movies & books starting to kill people and then having them wake up the next morning. That is the only part I don’t get throughout this amazing book. Sam had it all before her tragic accident. The popularity, looks and the perfect boyfriend.

In memory of Dylan Hart. Born: May 4th, 1980. Died: April 22nd, 1991 of Leukemia. I graze my fingers over the lustrous gold letters that were engraved on the plaque with the photograph of the contented young boy whose eyes looked so full of life. I never experienced a loss of someone I loved, and as I look up at the boy in the baseball cap I was longing to know how loss felt. I longed to feel the worst kind of pain, not for the pleasure, but to know that no feeling in the world can be worse. Unexpectedly arriving and disrupting my days with excruciating feelings of terror and pain were daymares. The unexplainable became an ordinary to my middle-school self; however, I never got accustomed to the unnerving dreams themselves. Experiencing the pain of death meant that I would be ready for what were agonizing feelings I endured in my dreams, but I would not know until later on that I was a naive child who asked and received too much to bear. I took a step back and looked up at the brick wall that ended abruptly between the wooden plaque and our school mascot: the black panther. I looked longingly as if in the back of my mind I knew there was something missing.

Seeing so many people at the funeral made me realize something . People will always be there for you even if you don't realize this now but even the ones you'd never to be there would be there . Arabella gave an Eulogy will the help of Angel and Aunt Hellen there with her. I even seen all my high school friends that were crying for me . don't take life for granted because it is A special thing to have on this world and the people that come into your life , let them . You don't know how long people will live on but us as being humans and sharing the same air we should also share the same interests. People are put on this world for A purpose and most people would say ," To Live & To Die . Even so that may be the answer it varies because you

I didn’t understand what was going on at the time, when I saw all of my family crying tears running down their faces. As time passed, I understood that my dad’s death had everyone in my

In spite of this painful occurrence happening to me at twenty-four years of age, emotions such as shock, anger, and guilt, came into play creating chaos. I rerun her death in my mind, yet unable to completely forget the sadness, similar to a synopsis. These feelings can be frightening and overwhelming; however I have learned how to cope and with the realization that life and death are phenomenal both intertwined. I speculate that

After the news reached us my mom made immediate plans to head down to Massachusetts to be with her ten brothers and sisters. We all waited for some reassurance that he was going to get better. The knowledge and sadness that came with the news hung over me like a rain cloud while I was a school. The fact that it was close to Christmas didn’t help me any either.