Synopsis : ' Dear Erica Cook ' And ' The Best For Last Erica Kiefer '

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

When I think back on our adventures in childhood, I have nothing but fond memories. The fondest memories include the times we spent at the river having picnic lunches and searching for clams for our ?clam club.? I also remember us frequently riding our bikes to Casey?s to buy ?suicides.? For those of you who don?t know, a suicide is a fountain drink made with all the soda flavors mixed together. Of course, we had to buy the jumbo size and poor Kari could not handle holding the drink and riding her bike at the same time. She would inevitably drop hers on the pavement before we left the parking lot, cry about it, and make me go back in to get another one with her. I also vividly remember the time Kari and I shared a room. We usually stayed up well past our bedtime throwing stuffed animals at each other, building forts under our beds, and laughing about anything and everything. To this day, Kari is the only person I know that can make me laugh so hard it hurts. I have a lot more funny and embarrassing stories about her, but because this is her special day, I will leave her alone now.

Laura Wallen. My teacher and class sponsor Ms.Wallen was killed during the first week of my senior year. If I had one more chance to talk to her I would be ecstatic. I would want to talk to her because she was one of the first teachers I met in high school. Having Ms.Wallen as a teacher who was always here supporting me was a great feeling. Every Time I saw Ms.Wallen she was smiling. During our homecoming week we would have to design a hallway and even with little to no supplies and only a few class council member, she would make it feel like we were winners. I would want to talk about college applications and all of the senior year events we were planning together. I would want to tell her that I love her and that her support from the beginning

The gossip circumventing around 7-year-old Erica Pratt's blighted neighbourhood was that her family had obtained a sizable sum of wealth.

She was the nicest girl in the world. I also had the best swim coach and she shared the same birthday with me. Mrs. Tessena was my first grade teacher and she really liked me because she had my brother in her class. Things in Ohio were

After seeing you off to college, you working a full time job, becoming a responsible independent young woman, I knew I did my job. After the birth of your first child, I was so proud to be called a grandmother. Stayed up many of nights watching them which you study. You never gave up hope, never stop dreaming even after having two kids. I can say, your kids made you stronger. When you walked into my room to tell me you just bought a new house and that you were moving out. I was so excited! We shop for furniture and accessories for the home. Glad the kids will now have their own room, Wow! It was

It almost worked, and on occasion I would slip and call your mother by her sister’s name. That is why when your mother informed me of her pregnancy, I panicked. I couldn’t bear to relive that pain again, if fate was not on my side. I couldn’t lose my Anna and my child again. So I fled. I admit now that my actions were cowardly, and for that I am truly sorry. I do not know to whom I am apologizing to; you, your mother, Anna, Oskar… my thoughts are starting to blur. What I do know is: you raised an exceptionally brave young man. From what I have heard, he acquired that strength from you. He has a beautiful young mind with a genuine heart. Oskar has been through a great deal since your passing and I hope I have helped him the receive closure that I could never obtain. It is a shame he will never have a grandfather. I have vowed to myself and his grandmother to never reveal this to him. It is a secret I will take to my grave. I truly wish to tell him, but that would not be fair to him or you. I have created this suffering for myself, now I must endure it. This will be my last letter. All I must do now, in the short amount of time left in this world, is

I had just exited the barber shop when my dad was waiting for me inside his van. I agreed to help my aunt move her household items into boxes in preparation for her new home. I agreed to help because not only was I close to my aunt; I also get to see my cousin, Joseph. I had kept my thoughts about him throughout the car ride until we finally arrived at my aunt’s house. As usual, she ran outside to welcome me and my dad warmly while Joseph stood on the doorway watching us from the shadows. When I walked up to him to say my greetings, he did the same but he wasn’t as enthusiastic as the three of us. With that, my Dad worked alongside our aunt while I was paired with my cousin who was in charge of carrying living room furniture out of the house.

I am so very proud of you and blessed to be apart of your high school career. To driving you to school, cheering you on in sports and watching you volunteer at lion's club events makes me truly happy at what a young respectful thoughtful man you are. I can't wait to watch you go far in life. You put your all in everything you do. From hearing many wonderful things about you, there are many people who love and cherish you and will be there to watch you succeed in life.

I observed a young girl name Julianna at her home. As I arrived at her house and knocked on the door she greeted and opened the door for me. She was happy to see someone different other than her mother’s. Julie was full of energy even though she just got back from school. Well right away she took me to see her pet bunny named “beast”. When I was done seeing her pet bunny, I came to the dining table. I interviewed Julie’s mother to get some insight of how she was when she was a baby till now. The first question I asked to Julie’s mother was, “How was her pregnancy?” She responded, “Like any other normal pregnancy, I had morning sickness, craving for oranges.” Julie’s mother told me during her four month of pregnancy she got sick but luckily

I am Carmen's maid of honor and best friend. Carmen and I have been best friends since eighth grade and have been through absolutely everything together since then - when I mean everything I truly mean we haven't missed a single thing in each other's lives. We were the annoying best friends who were attached at the hip through all of our high school years and even when everyone hoped we would finally split in college we remained inseparable. Went to our dream school together and lived out our perfect plan of being roommates at the U along with being on the dance team for all four years where we left our blood, sweat, and lots of tears. We've held all the roles for one another, from our starting point of being strangers and forced friends (thanks to our insane moms) then peers, teammates, co captains, and best friends. Now I can confidently say that through all of this time she's more of a sister than a friend. I want to thank you for never leaving my side, even though I gave you a lot of chances where you probably should have. There was never a time where you weren't there for me. For a shoulder to cry on, endless laughs at four in the morning, screaming at the top of my lungs or just simply coming over for a hug and my favorite cookies when I need it. You truly know me better than I can ever know myself and Zach is so incredibly lucky to have you in his

I just wanted to sit down and write this letter to you after our conversation on how hard it is to raise Karley, as an 11-year-old daughter way across the country without the hands-on support of our family. As your sister who survived the years with six teenagers, four of them girls, I can only give you advise from my personal point of view and wish you well in your upcoming adventures through puberty and adolescence! I have earned a lot of grey hair during the process, but we all made it out alive and still are close, as they have become adults. We miss you both and hope that you come to visit us for Christmas.

David, I really enjoyed your memoir and I could tell exactly why this part of your life was what you chose to write about. The last two paragraphs in which you reflect back on your feelings regarding never getting to tell your Nanny that you were sorry really resonated with me. I can see how this story changed your life and gave you the mindset that you live with today.

The book, read, was quite enjoyable. This book was Famous Last Words, by Katie Alender. Famous Last Words took place in Hollywood in the mansion of the late Diana Del Mar. Some of the main characters in the book are Willa, Jonathan, Reed, Marnie, Wyatt, and Paige’s ghost. In the story, there is a serial killer called by the name the “Hollywood Killer.”

I had a great time with you during this last year and half. I will always remember the very first time we met in the engineering lab, the very first time my lips touched your lips when you asked me if you can kiss me and we kissed, the very first time you hugged me, the first time when we made love. Your smile your way of looking at me will always be fresh in my memories. Spending time with you and doing things together was the best part about this relationship.