Personal Narrative: My Brother's Death

298 Words1 Page
bulb-icon

Recommended: Sources and types of conflicts in families

It was my brother’s 12th birthday so my family decided to celebrate after school by going bowling. My brother, Nico, kept bragging about how good he was at bowling. I told him that I would beat him, because I’m a lot better at bowling than him. He kept denying it, so when we got there we really wanted to find out who was better at bowling. When we started bowling, Nico was winning. After a while I got tired of my brother constantly saying that he was better than me. During the second frame, I started beating him. Soon, I was the one bragging about how good I was. Then, my brother got two strikes in a row, so he got really excited and hugged me. When Nico was hugging me, he squeezed me a little too hard, and I couldn’t breath. While my brother

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: My Brother's Collapse

    167 Words  | 1 Pages

    I was in my basement with my younger brother and my dad. My brother and I were bored so we started to pass a basketball back and forth. All of a sudden the ball hit my brother in the mouth. He flinched and had a look of pain on his face. I saw a tooth come out of his mouth and fly under a shelf. My dad gasped and looked at my and my brother. I was afraid my brother was going to be really mad at me. Luckily my brother doesn’t get hurt easily and he was fine, and actually happy I knocked out his tooth. I was relieved to know I didn’t hurt my brother. The only problem now was to find his tooth. My dad got a flashlight and shined it under the shelf searching for the tooth. Thankfully we found his, although it was very dusty.

    Read More

  • The Collarbone Incident

    997 Words  | 2 Pages

    As a little girl, I was always known as the child who gets hurt almost all the time. I could never escape an injury even if my life depended on it. There was one incident that occurred that my parents and I still disagree on till this day. It all started one day when my brother and I were playing in our room after a long day at our uncle’s house for a family gathering. After playing for a while, my brother and I decided we both would like something sweet to eat, so we went to ask our mother for some ice cream. When our mother said we could get some, my brother and I jumped for joy and I went to retrieve the sweet substance. I was so excited about getting ice cream that I ran down the stairs to go get it. My journey down the stairs was not the easiest and ended in a lot of ...

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Death At Home

    765 Words  | 2 Pages

    Death a familiar friend, who seemed to always show up when I least expect it. Somehow when he appeared and blindsided me, I should have known. Things never can stay that good for long. My grandmother, taken by death to once again be reunited with her soul mate after years of morning. With this came the harsh effects of the diagnosis, the hospital visits at all hours, medication, death, and home.

    Read More

  • Why Is Baseball Important To Me

    827 Words  | 2 Pages

    A few days later I got signed up for t-ball because once I saw how my brother team played I felt like playing and I had a dream. My dream was to it was to be good as them. When I was playing t-ball the coaches had to teach me a lot because on the first day of practice I had know idea what was going on. So each practice, I come out and I heard “Jacob come in” coach said then I heard for the same coach “Put on your helmet and grab a bat, so I listen and then there was a tee on the side and I took the first swing and I miss the whole tee so the coach help me how to hit the ball and said keep

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative- Cousin's Death

    1688 Words  | 4 Pages

    It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Parent's Funeral

    469 Words  | 1 Pages

    In the process of reading chapter two, I immediately thought back two years ago. I had the worst Stressor. I've had in my only 16 years of living. My great grandmother, who I lived with along with my mother, my whole life. She passed from stomach cancer. September 14 2013, I remember getting out of the shower with a smile on my face, and my grandmother casually walking in and said "Granny died at 2:34 this morning. I'm going to Chicago and I'll come back the day before the funeral. " My family works in the funeral industry but we do not own a funeral home and we have never buried such a close family member of ours. With my Step father and my mother losing their minds, and my little sister not knowing how to process this and my aunt just down right disappearing, I had to handle this. I was 14 at the time and I was calling on older friends to take me to the bank, finishing arrangements, picking clothes, doing the memorial video and the catering because none of my family offered to cook. I was panicking and literally running from place to place because I was trying to get things done. I was eating more and sleeping less, and from

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Living With Grief

    108 Words  | 1 Pages

    As you were not able to live with grief and did not have the childhood of your dream, you will offer this opportunity to your children. You will hope that your children admire you and think that they have the most beautiful, kind and caring mother.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Father's Death

    743 Words  | 2 Pages

    My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

    Read More

  • The Final Game

    1276 Words  | 3 Pages

    It was November 1st and it was the day of my last volleyball game. I ran into my friend Eri and we started talking about the game later that day. It was against Tunkhannock. They were the best volleyball team from our area, and wouldn’t you know it on our senior night we had to play against them. Senior night was the one night where the seniors were recognized, whether they were good or not. The whole day the team was joking about how much we would lose by against our rival team. In a game to fifteen we thought we would end up owing them points.

    Read More

  • Reflection On Being A Green Belt

    536 Words  | 2 Pages

    I knew I had just lost but I was proud of that lost he was one rank higher so I just took it as a sign that I could win. We turned back and returned to our teachers as I went back I saw him smiling he was proud of how well I did even do I had lost. A couple weeks had past and my test had come he tested us all and he gave us our new belts everyone in there rank went at the same time and received their belts the teacher then presented me with the green belt I was surprised and everyone else there was to since no one just passed to green belt but I did I was the first one who had accomplished that there he told be that in the tournament I had showed what it meant to be a green belt he had seen my passion and the dedication I had in me at that time I took my new belt as proud as I could be and marched back with a giant smile in my face. Every other kid only received a stripe and looked at me with envy in there eyes but I could care less because I knew I had earned that belt. I was so happy that day I hat thought me something

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: What Made The Death Of My Father

    876 Words  | 2 Pages

    What made the death of my mother a stressor for me was that besides the fact that I lost my mother, her passing was so sudden; she was alive when I went to bed that night and then she was not when I woke up the next morning. She had been unwell for a really long time, but none of us had ever thought that it was bad enough to take her life. Her death affected every aspect of my life and my family’s life; it forever changed my relationship with my father and it will continue to affect how my family operates for the rest of our lives. If she had not died, then my father would not have remarried and I would not have gotten a stepmother; that is just another aspect that was permanently altered by one event. On top of that, she passed away at home

    Read More

  • Rock Climbing Experience

    708 Words  | 2 Pages

    So one day after school my older brother took me to the gym. After I changed into my gym clothes in the locker room, I sat nervous on the patted mat by the rock climbing tower/boulder waiting for the instructor to walk in and other students to show up. After a few minutes the instructor walked in. She smiled really big, so big that I saw t...

    Read More

  • The Birth Of My New Brother

    830 Words  | 2 Pages

    The night before my brother came into our lives, we went to gymnastics, a staple Wednesday n...

    Read More

  • Reflection Essay On Dance Competition

    735 Words  | 2 Pages

    Next, we went down to the bleachers and watched the rest of the teams from our section. I was amazed at how good their routines were and how many people were on their’ teams. Before I knew it the awards ceremony was up. We got down from the bleachers and sat in a circle on the gym floor. Surround by about twenty other teams sitting exactly like we were. My heart was pulsing loudly, and my hands were shaking. I was super nervous. The announcer said,” In 3rd place, the team from Decorah.” Everyone cheered. Once it is quiet again he said,” In 2nd place the team from Cresco.” Then after everyone was done cheering the announcer said,” Drumroll please.” We all started a drumroll loudly on the floor. Then he said, “ In first place…” Everyone went silent from the anticipation. The gym was still. It's not going to be our team we did our best that is what matters. Then he finished “, The team from West Union!” I immediately jumped up and started hugging everyone around me. “ I can’t believe we won!” I said to the person next to

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Father's Death In My Life

    1429 Words  | 3 Pages

    I remember it as it were yesterday, the morning of October 31 1986, I heard my dad’s voice early in the morning; “Mike, get up! Your grandpa died!”

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: My Brother's Death

Open Document