The Death Of His Father's Funeral

Cherokee slammed the door and leaned against it. His body shook with the sigh he let out.the blonde had finally let his heart open up again after Alice, the personification of Ohio, left him for the Canadian and he regretted it now. He had been dating Daniel, the personification of New York, and had went to visit him on his birthday. What he found when he opened the door was Daniel with some god damn hooker in the throws. He had turned and left immediatly.

Thank you, Holden, for explaining to me how you got to this hospital. I comprehend that events such as experiencing the death of your 11 year old brother, Allie and James Castle who you hardly knew, led you to have a mental breakdown. When you were only 13 years old, Allie died of leukemia, losing your brother led you to punch the windows out of the garage as a result you ended up breaking your hand. Due to being in the hospital, you missed Allie's funeral which made you feel guilty. You should not feel guilty for not attending your brother's funeral because you didn't have a choice to go, you had to stay in the hospital to heal your hand. You feel depressed at times and when you do, you talk out loud to Allie. You recall the day you and Bobby

We went to the funeral home to get everything planned out. We decided to have the memorial service at Athelstane Presbyterian Church. Meanwhile, my cousin was still on the run. The police thought that they had seen his car in the center of town, but the time that backup had arrived the car was down. They showed me a picture of the car and I confirmed that it was my cousin’s car. I went back to planning my father’s memorial service. After four days of planning, we finally had the memorial service. It was nothing big, just a few songs and a pastor. During the service I noticed a strange man standing near the door wearing blacked out sunglasses. I casually got up, trying not to let the strange man see me, I approached the strange man. As soon

Things are tense, somehow through the whole school, like they 've ripped off some sort of band-aid. Veronica remembered the last time it was like this; this bad. Detention had only been the beginning of conflict, and it made Veronica think about Lilly. Losing her best friend had been the hardest thing in the world, but she thinks about the funeral, sad and tragic, but really the eye of that storm. The funeral had been civil, had been touching, had been sweet at times. Lilly may have been the top of the Neptune social ladder, but everybody ten pegs below couldn 't help but adore from afar. There 'd been kids at the funeral she 'd never seen in her classes, and Veronica tried not to think about that now, where the student population had

Well, to start off I wanted to apprise you about my roots. I've been told most of the people from my community don't make it far in life, well I'm here to prove those people wrong. It is understandable the perspective that people might have regarding where I am from but just because I come from a place where there are crimes almost daily, it doesn't mean that everyone here is in any way like that. Fortunately for me, I was raised by a loving mother and father, to a certain extent. Of course I was always daddy’s little girl, until the day my parents decided to separate. Seeing my mother go through so much as a single parent shaped me to become the person I am today. The heart ache you get when seeing your single parent struggle is, need

“We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.” -- John F. Kennedy. I am thankful for my family, my health, and my grandparents. It is important to be grateful because many people aren't blessed with many opportunities. I have a wonderful house and I live in a safe place. Lots of people have nothing, they might not have a nice house or a house at all. There are many people around the world who can’t even afford to buy food or support they family.

“Owen wake up it is your first day of Kindergarten!” I spoke. I watched as he stared at me with his big brown eyes and watched as he pulled the blanket over his head. I begged him a few more times. I even tried to pry the blanket from his tight death grip, but it did not budge. After a substantial time of persuading and threats of calling my father he trudged out of bed. I achieved dressing him for school, feeding him breakfast, and exiting the house. I accomplished part one, but now I had the issue of taking him into the classroom.

I amble my way towards the double-glazed doors, as the saffron-yellow sun glowed like a medallion in the sky.

So many people. So many people I have never seen and never met and never known. But we're all here for the same reason, for the same person. The same person, who has in some way affected all of us, and touched us, and changed our lives. The church is playing her song, the song she would always sing and sometimes even sing to me. I remember back to just a week ago, she's in the hospital, I'm holding her old, soft hands and twirling her ring around her now, frail fingers. I know she's not doing well, and she knows it too. But she's softly singing her merry little song to me, she's smiling at me, and when I look into her intense, blue eyes, I feel at home.

Years later, I left Daniel and dated someone new. His name was, Gerald. Anything my son Abraham and I wanted, Gerald gave us. He would pay my bills, buy me flowers, etc. He would even take me shopping for clothes and shoes. If Gerald invited me to a party, he would buy the things he wanted me to wear. I loved that about him. He would always take good care of me. I thought for sure he was sent from Heaven. I knew we would get married. We stayed together for nine years. Life seemed so good and I wanted for nothing. He took me to different parties, but I didn’t fit in. The people he introduces me to had money and nice cars. I said to myself this is a good place to be in. I wanted to be a model. And I thought they would help me reach my dream to

Charlie Wales is a man whom comes off very respectable and he 's a people person. His success has been able to open quite few doors open for him so Its hard to believe that he had an alcohol problem. Charlie 's many flaws is why his daughter isnt with him and cant forget to mention that he might be responsible for the death of his wife.Even though it wasn 't made clear that charlie was the direct cause but his actions took part in the blame for the death of his wife. He may not have been the ultimate reason for his wife 's heart trouble but his addiction to alcohol played a huge part.Its very clear that charlie has gotten his act together and seems to really love and wants his daughter back with him. Charlie seems like a fine man and it seems like he has his act together but the mistakes he made seems like theyre unforgivable."He would come back some day; they couldn 't make him pay forever. But he wanted his child, and nothing was much good now, beside that fact. He wasn 't young any more, with a lot of nice thoughts and dreams to have by himself. He was absolutely sure Helen wouldn 't have wanted him to be so alone." (Fitzgerald 230) This shows what type of thoughts he was having about losing his wife and daughter. It also shows what type of man he is.Even though his ex in laws refute the idea that he may be reformed its clear that he has control over his alcohol addiction. Charlie has a plan of drinking a glass a day which seems reasonable because its enough to satisfy

The death of a loved one can be difficult to understand especially when it involves a child. People often use an experience like the loss of a loved one as a chance to redefine their own life and to change the way they view and experience life. In the novel Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, Holden Caulfield’s life is forever altered by the death of his brother. When Holden’s kid brother Allie passes away, he does not have the expertise to handle the emotions that flood him, and he has a mental breakdown and chooses to run away from any potential emotional relationship.

I found myself slowly walking up to his memorial. The crash site, where he passed away. The telephone pole stood upright, with letters and flowers scattered on the ground next to it. In the middle, one of his hats, hung up, surrounded by love letters and pictures of him and his friends. The air around me was heavy, I had only my thoughts keeping me company. Down the road, my step dad sat, in his car, tearing up seeing the memorial. I kiss my hand, and place it to the pole. Muttering out a prayer. Let me explain what happened

I chose this poem for the main reason that it reminded me of my dad when he was still alive. He was sincerely a kindhearted man who was always concerned for the well being of others while not noticing the well being of himself. In the poem, Lee’s father gave “the gift” of tenderness to Lee when removing a splinter from his hand. Later on, Lee would give “the gift” of tenderness that his father once gave him to his wife by removing a splinter from her hand. I reflected off the story of the poem and thought that my father gave me “the gift” of tenderness that I am currently giving and will continue to give to the people of significance to my life. Another reason I chose this poem is because it is more similar to a narrative rather than lyric.

Sitting in the pew waiting on family members to arrive I closed my eyes and started focusing on my senses. I could hear cries, laughter reminiscing of a past father friend uncle nephew grandfather cousin. Stories that covered 50+ years of life. I could smell, perfume cologne cigarettes alcohol sweat a hint of flowers and death . I can feel panic fear loneliness nervousness and lost souls . Opening my eyes I try to connect the person to the sound smell or touch. Motivation comes to mind why do we really come to funerals? To honor a loved one to heal a lost relationship to see who attended ? The preacher reflected on 40+ years ago going to school with the deceased and hinted on Christian characteristics that may have showed a possibility of him