Personal Narrative: The Situation Of Loss

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.

My Loss I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

am beset {long pause} How long will I let the pain and loss define my life? An enduring struggle of loss and gain A monumental achievement through the tangles of deeds But is left alone with silent words How despairing...... These are the trials that deepens the roots That takes away your self The distant whisper

I'm composing you this since it's opportunity sure things are talked about. I contemplated how and where we turned out badly as I looked over some old messages between you and I. When you were conveyed in Qatar, the legitimate answer is we quit being there for each other. We communicated such a great amount of adoration to each other and were so worried with the other individual rather than ourselves. As I read it dishearten to me to perceive how we made this bond amid our marriage to let everything come apart out of childishness. We both were experiencing self issues, I was pregnant you sent. I couldn't relate and being pregnant turned into all I contemplated. Which lead to feeling undesirable on both sides. It never sounded good to me why

Here’s the thing with death: The thing is that it never comes easy. It never comes when you’re ready, like in the movies; even if you’re expecting it, it still has a way of taking you by surprise. It rarely comes in a beautiful way, like in romance novels; it’s

Losing What Matters What is the only cause of death in the top 10 in America that can not be cured, prevented or slowed down? Its Alzheimer’s and it’s a terrible disease not only because of what it does to the victim but also what the family has to go through.

Something That Got Left Behind I remember the day so vividly, and I can still feel the pain and the sadness. It all started in the early morning, at about seven o’clock. All four of us woke up and ate breakfast together. We got dressed, finished packing, and we left. We were driving down the highway, on our way to Madison, South Dakota. It was in this city that everything started to change.

April 6, 1997, twenty years ago our family lives was drastically changed, with the death of my husband, father of my children. Mike was only forty-two years’ old when he passed away from a heart attack. Mike went to the hospital complaining of chest pains; he was observed in the hospital overnight, and some tests were taken of his heart. He was released from the hospital and three days later he died in his sleep from the widow maker heart attack. With the history of heart disease in the family, his grandfather/father passed away from heart disease at the age of forty years old. Waking up that morning and finding Mike has passed away in his sleep; was very devastating for our family, his mom, brothers, my sisters, and brother-in laws. At the time of his death, I was thirty-six-years old, a stay home mom, and our children Amy, was eleven years old, Kristina, nine years old, and Vincent seven years old. The hospital did not take any responsibility of his passing; we received no social services or any explanation from the hospital why the tests didn’t show any results of heart disease. Now my status is widow/single parent unemployed raising our three children on my own. Not knowing what the future holds for us.

Some people like to take chances in order to learn something new. Other people like to stick with one specific activity they already exceed at doing. I agree with Emerson's statement that, "unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow." I agree with Emerson's statement because when faced with certain challenges, a person needs skills other than the ones he or she has already mastered and is comfortable with in order to overcome this challenge and grow as a person. I have had many experiences where I had to try something new if I wanted to grow. I was a competitive gymnast for almost ten years. In the U.S.A. Gymnastics system, a gymnast must obtain certain skills to move up to a higher level.

The pain hurts so bad, like a sharp pain down my leg every time I try to run. It's hard, running is my passion and I can't even do that! Even walking is hard, a numb pain just there waiting to become stronger. So that pain in my leg while I try to walk to class and think of what the word cephalopod means for my lovely biology test to keep my mind off my leg. Then, of, course stupid Tristan O'Brien had to slam into me and knock my lovely organized notes all over the floor.

Loss, it changes you. I cannot describe it or explain it. I am struggling with it. We as a family are struggling with it. I have decided to share one piece of how our family decided to celebrate my mother’s life at her funeral. We laid her down to rest on December 5, 2015, if you can call it that. More days than not it doesn’t feel that way to me. As we worked through the specifics we struggled, as a family and individually. We are all in a place together, yet we are individuals. We are dealing with the biggest loss of our lives. Each taking on a task for social and personal fulfillment. Each taking on the responsibility to ourselves to not regret decisions made during this time, or disappoint our mother’s life and memory at this memorial. We knew that so many others have been touched by such a beautiful woman’s kindness and genuineness, yet getting past our own grief to plan seemed to much a load to carry. We were and are not prepared for this, it had never been a fleeting though in my mind and I could not imagine it being a fleeting thought for anyone else.

My struggle was when I hurt my wrist when I was 12. I was playing basketball at Spiece Fieldhouse for my SportOne team. We were playing a pool play game for a tournament on a Saturday and the tournament was on Sunday. I sprained my wrist falling on the floor.

My grandma had been one of the most important people in my life since I was born. I saw her weekly “for grandma and grandpa day” that after the fourth grade, just became “grandma day.” She was positive almost to a fault even through a series of very difficult situations that she faced in her later life. She was the strongest, most kind person I have ever known and I wanted to be like her more than anything- I still do. Her sudden cancer diagnosis after years of remission left my entire family in a dismal state. We were forced to watch as the smartest woman I have ever met began losing childhood memories. Then more recent memories. Then any memory of us.

The Disappearances There are those times that some people just go missing. The majority of the people don’t even notice the patterns. Like the other day there were two 5’3 guys with green eyes who just disappeared, along with two 5’3 females with green eyes that went missing. Does anybody notice… No, nobody does. That’s what Chase and I are here to find out. Me and Chase have been best friends since first grade. We have both had family members just “disappear”, and later we found out how similar they look. We both started watching The Recently Missing channel to see who the most recent people who disappeared were and the locations of where they were last seen. It ranged from walking into the woods, to entering their house. Last week a few

Reflective Essay In order to be successful many people believe that intelligence is the main factor but in reality, it may play a factor but it is not the most important. Genius isn’t about how smart you are rather it “ has three parts: one part talent, one part passion,