I will miss her deep insight – she always had an answer, but sometimes her warm and comforting glance would be as inspiring as years of life experience. I am saddened by the reality that she will not be there to spend time with us, to make incredible
It was midmorning on Wednesday, August 28, 2014. I was in seventh grade, an A+ student, at the top of her class. When I finished my homework, I went outside to frolic with the animals. My sister was in her room like usual, the loner or as she calls herself ¨the outcasts of outcasts,¨ my grandparents next door, and my parents at work like usual. They're never home, I've began to get a habit of doing everything myself and without permission.
Experiencing hard times is something that human beings endure at some point in their life: Death being one of them. Death affects everyone, whether it is a family member, a close friend, or even a pet, losing someone or something is still a hardship that is never easy to encounter. Gustave Flaubert said, “A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies”. I could not agree more with this quote. Dealing with the loss of a friend so close to you, takes a part of you away as well. No parent should ever have to bury his or her own child and no thirteen year old should have to face such a loss at a young age, however, on April 21, 2011, my whole life changed.
She was a loyal person and my hero. I wanted to be like her. She made life look so simple, and her job easier than what I imagined. When I came to the United States I changed my mind completely. I used to see the show called “Cops” and the way the police were treated and all the things they had to do and go through. I guess it just frightened me. It was harder than what I thought and it quelled my plan of becoming a police officer.
I personally feel very bad for Hana Brady not just because she died at a young age but also because she was discriminated against. I hope people learn a lot from Hana and nothing like this ever happens
Being a 12-year-old boy and bored are the two ingredients that made the recipe for disaster this particular day. It would be a day I would remember for the rest of my life. I now know that I should be aware of all of my actions and the consequences that follow…
I was only given two and a half amazing years with her after that day. She passed away on March 10th in 2010. My mother was always very emotional during my grandmas last couple months but on this day when I saw her pull in the driveway and step out of the passenger side door crying like I’ve never seen her cry before I knew something had happened. She didn’t want me to see her crying so she put her head down and walked straight into her room and shut the door. I was already 10 minutes late to dance class so I had to go. It didn’t take long, halfway through class my teacher gets a call and begins to look around the room of girls and her eyes land on me, she calls me over and gives me a huge hug. In the back of my head I was thinking about so many things like: why was my mom crying so much, why was my dad so quite in the car, why is my dance teacher hugging me in the middle of class. And then it hits me, something has happened something so life altering has happen to me, and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. Now, your probably wondering why my grandmothers death has marked my transition from childhood to adulthood, well its what my grandmother left me after she passed away that really changed my
All around people were crying, hushed murmurs about how amazing she was. Tales of all of her adventures floated around quietly like a rumor being spread. Was this suppose to make us fell better that she was dead? Silence enveloped the group of people as the casket was carried into view.
Her smile could brighten an entire room. The only memories left are the ones stored inside of my heart. Mrs. Sammons, my kindergarten teacher, died when I was 11 after a hard battle with breast cancer. Influential does not even begin to describe this fantastic woman who made me who I am today. As I wandered into kindergarten on the first day, shy and scared, just seeing her there made me release a giant sigh of relief. Seeing a familiar face, one that I had known since the day I was born, made beginning such an intimidating experience a lot more survivable. The moment I was exposed to her passing, sadness and confusion overtook me. ‘Why her? Why now?’ I had thought. When I saw her for the last time at my brother’s funeral, I did not realize it was going
Today, has been a very sad day. It been since 3 years since I lost my grandmother Mema to breast cancer. The kind spirit that she always had and remembering all the conversations I had with her will always be with me until the day I die. When I would call her on the phone, those conversations established to how our relationship of what we had together. In a year since I last did a Facebook Memorial, I have experienced how this world actually works. Back when she was around from the 1930's to the 21st century, the world for her was much worse (Wars, low-paying jobs, losing a daughter (My Aunt) of her own at a young age, no Internet, and going through multiple cancer treatments later in life). I give her the credit she deserves in how she got