The Loss of a Loved One When my husband’s grandfather passed away, it was one of the saddest moments of our lives. My husband, Chase, is not afraid to express his feelings. That being said we have been together seven years and I have seen him cry only a handful of times, three of them being over a death in the family.…
I have not been thinking differently but I am surely endeavoring. I have an arduous time changing things about myself so at this point I am just gradually endeavoring. After reading these two chapters I endeavor to disunite my emotions from my thinking due to the fact that they incline to get me into an abundance of trouble. Prior to making decisions, I stop and notice first if I am allowing my emotions to get in the way. I ascertain no emotions are tied to my decisions just so at the end I get a good outcome.…
I don’t really have ten reasons that I will die alone, but I read that if you put a number in your post title you get more hits. Sorry for the deception, but since you are already here please read on. I may not have ten reason that I will die alone, but I firmly believe they will find me one day, lazy-boy in the recline position, a spilled glass of scotch by my side (hope it’s the cheap stuff; hate to waste anything good), my NETFLIX queue empty, and a cat sniffing at my rotting corpse (wait, I don’t have a cat – how did he get in here?) It may not work out exactly like that, perhaps I will go quietly in my sleep with family at my side, but I’m pretty sure I won’t leave a second wife behind as a widow.…
“Throwing Down The Gauntlet On My Life” I’m a junior at Presbyterian Pan American School. I was born in Brownsville, Texas, but since my parents are Mexican nationals, I grew up in San Fernando, Tamaulipas, Mexico. In 2013, my parents told me to “pack your bags” you are going to Kingsville, Texas. I came to Texas three years ago to attend Presbyterian Pan American School (PPAS), a senior private boarding school in Kingsville, Texas, on an academic scholarship. Talking about different aspects of my life is daunting, but it also allows me to come to terms with my growth as an individual by learning from my failures, confronting obstacles such as adapting to new surroundings, and a different educational system, speaking English properly, and adjusting to a real world working environment.…
The pain began slowly, pricking me with its sharp needles only while doing barre in ballet once a week. I ignored it, believing it to be normal, common discomfort that would soon go away, typical thoughts of a dancer whose entire sport is centered around “good pain”. Six months later, it had escalated to the degree that every step I took felt like an arrow to my knee. Dancing had become impossible, and it was determined that I should be taken to the orthopedist. The bland, brown and beige lobby became extraordinarily familiar as I waited two hours to be examined.…
It is when we are asleep, we are given the power to let our minds wander. To lose all sense of reality and drift aimlessly through our subconscious thoughts and dreams. A time when all of our problems and struggles in the physical world slip away for a brief period of time. It is when we wake, we are forced to face the harsh reality of the world we live in. A world with crime and hate.…
A Loss Too Well Remembered This was a rather interesting assignment, one that I did not believe I would able to complete. I had so many ideas of what I wanted to write about, that is until I remembered my best friend. My very first best friend was more like a brother to me.…
I wanted to die. I didn’t want to be here anymore. I was close, too. I had been on the side of the bridge – the cold wind blowing through my hair. My eyes were focused on the tips of my shoes and the water beneath me.…
I begin by saying that my name Ashdiel Marchand Tosses and I am 18 years old. I was born in San Juan Puerto Rico in 1997 / April / 9. During my childhood I lived in Trujillo Alto, but now I live in Bayamon Puerto Rico with my mother and one of my brothers, and I am the youngest of my brothers. I study nursing at the Inter American University of Puerto Rico in the grounds of Cupey. I graduated from 12th grade in Maria Teresa Piñeiro (MTP) high school located in Sabana Seca.…
2014 and 2015 were my fleeting lifespan's worst years. No major, life-or-death events happened. I just have felt so very alone even amongst friends and family. I can't bring myself to talk to anyone about what I'm feeling, this whole bundle of negative emotions constantly accumulating inside me. Talking to people about what I feel just makes me feel selfish, knowing how others are suffering more so.…
The most important thing to ever happen to me is without a doubt the death of my father. That moment in time has, and will, continue to shape my life until the day I die. A lot of people assume I miss him. I don 't. (How horrible does that sound?) It 's not that I don 't like him because I do, I just find it hard to miss someone I never had.…
An emergency room nurse from Las Cruces who happened to be in Las Vegas during the mass shooting has shared her story of the night complete strangers came together to help save lives. Rebecca Hobbs, a nurse at Memorial Medical Center, said she’s still shaken up from the tragedy that unfolded last Sunday night in Las Vegas. Hobbs said she booked her flight on a whim last minute Friday night, with no idea that she would spring into action to help save the life of a woman who had been shot. Hobbs said she was was looking forward to touring Las Vegas on a helicopter for the first time Sunday night.…
Death of a Loved One Have you ever lost someone so close in your life that you would give anything in this world to just spend a little time with them for just one more time? This is what I feel when I remember the sudden death of my grandmother. I remember as if it was yesterday and will forever remember even at my…
My first experience with death occured when I was 4 and my great-grandfather died, although I was not that affected, as I was too young to really know what was going on and I wasn´t really close with him in the first place. When I was 10, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, and he passed away two years later. This was my real first experience with death, as I was affected deeply, as was my family too. Whenever my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, they found it in the fourth stage, which is the worst stage, he started treatment with hopes that he would get rid of the cancer.…
A death of someone is never easy to handle, especially when it’s someone you truly care about. Growing up, the subject of death was never really concealed from me. My parents were very upfront about it and taught me that it is part of life. I have experienced multiple deaths throughout my years, both of family and nonfamily members, but only 4 of them really impacted me and taught me lessons. I wouldn’t say that these experiences of death has made me numb to it, but has shaped the way that I handle and look at death.…