Grandpa Samuel and Grandma Dorothy were born in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Grandpa was born in 1930, and grandma Dorothy Isabela Violet in 1926. Grandpa had no middle name and Grandma had two. I don’t know how that happened. During the days of my grandpa’s youth, World War II was being fought during the years of 1939 to 1945.…
Bradlee I know what you're going through and I'm sure you get that a lot from people that wsay that to you but I really do I have the same thing as you I have had my days where I feel really down and just kinda don't feel wanted like things would be better off with out you or you feel like nothing but a bother to people but just think of this how much you mean to you're friends, family and you're fans we all love you so very very much you may not no me but I do love you Bradlee and you are an amazing person and please don't hurt you're self…
The Day My Dad Died It all happened 7 years ago on July 17, 2009. My dad became sick whenever I was 9 months old e always had to go to the hospital every morning at 8 or 9 for ____A month before he died he went to Dr. Casey, and got some medicine that could affect his kidneys. The doctor didnt even check his kidneys and throughout that month no one told me what was going on with my dad. I went to his house like I normally did, but he wasn’t the same anymore.…
Helen Nguyen Mr. McLoskey IB English SL1 9 August 2017 AHWOSG Chapter 1 Questions Dave’s mother is diagnosed with stomach cancer at the beginning of the story. What else is wrong with Dave’s mother at the beginning of Chapter 1? Eggers begins his story with a narration of his mother’s many symptoms and effects of her stomach cancer. Because of her illness and her lack of a functioning stomach, Dave’s mother tends to throw up and spit up a green mucus into a container.…
Till yesterday, I was under the impression that our Dad is alive but somewhere far away. But... being in the fifth year, I accepted the real fact with heavy heart. It is really painful. When he was alive, I used to fight and argue with him, not listening to him. How irony is it that, when he is not here, I’m trying to live exactly how you told me to.…
The morning of Saturday November 1st, 2014, I woke up to three hundred text messages and twitter notifications all notifying me that my friend, Dominik Pettey, was killed in a car crash by a drunk driver the previous night. No pain had ever felt so significant, it was crippling, but then instead of pain, I was numbed by the inability to grasp that my friend someone who I just had seen the night before, was gone. I ran the words “Dom is dead” through my head on a loop but could not bring myself to accept it. That week, although I was still here, facing such a tragedy, everything on earth seemed so insignificant, going to class, homework, midterms, everything. I woke up every morning wishing it was just in a bad dream and that noise would never cease because that is when it hit me the most, silence, when I didn't hear Dom’s infectious laugh or when he wasn't telling me that, “I am Kiera Wainer and deserve the best God can give”, which he used to say anytime I was upset, the first time he said those words was the second worst day of my entire life, it was the day my dad left for his new family.…
Eulogy It never occurred to me that I would be up here so soon, talking about my Grandmother, Joyce White instead of celebrating her birthday with her and talking about the good old times when I was a little girl. I remembered my Grandmother as a beautiful lady with long black dark hair, rosy cheeks and red lips. She was not your typical grandma who baked cookies, stay in the house all day and knit sweaters, she was a woman who enjoyed life to its fullest. I used to remember when I was a little girl, I would love when my grandma comb my hair, she would plait my hair and when she is done, I would say to her, “Mama do not forget to fix my baby hair at the front with the brush,” she would smile and say “yes Kay, I did not forget.” She was a…
First, I want to thank you all for supporting us during our loss. Thank you, everyone, for being here at short notices and making time to honor our father during your busy schedule. It has been a difficult time for us. Thank you for being beside us throughout it.…
Splat! The pie made as it hit the ground. My Grandma had made a blueberry pie that was the best around. It really was because she had put it in the best pie competition at the county fair.…
A man who is too afraid to die, is a man who is too afraid to live and Dad certainly lived his life to the extremes. There is no lie that Shane Schofield was a fearless and valiant Lieutenant in the US Marines, but Dad also held the kind, tender qualities of a great gentleman. As his adopted daughter, I can say that he was the true light of my life, the loving and supportive parental figure I never had through my teen years into adulthood. I’m sure you can all agree with me when I say my Dad was a dedicated, determined and very genuine man. I’ll never forget the day our paths united nearly 40 years ago.…
I would get into the physcology of my audience by explaining to them my background of writing, reading and learning. I would explain to my audience detail by detail to make sure that they comprehend what I’m trying to explain. I would thank them since my grandmother motivated me to learn more and since my 10th grade English teacher tried to make me give up on reading and writing by constantly bringing me down. I imagine my primary audience being my grandmother.…
My Grandpa recently died on the cold, snowy day of February 12, 2015. My heart was broken when my parents sat me down to tell me the depressing news. My grandpa and I shared a bond like no one else. I can remember going fishing early in the mornings while we ate our McDonald’s sausage biscuits. We watched wheel of fortune right before dinner when I stayed the night with my grandparents.…
When I didn’t even believe in myself for volleyball tryouts, she did. She knew I could make a team that was liable to go to Nationals. Something I dreamed of that I didn’t even think I could accomplish. For piano, I was doing one of the hardest things composers. I spent a month trying to complete and I didn’t think I could do it, but she knew more than anything I could.…
When I came to San Diego before we got married you gave me the best time I could ask for. The more I think about it, the more I see how perfect you organized everything, how well you took care of me, how beautiful places you showed me... I remember dinners with wine and green tea ice cream.... You letting me drive your BMW... Holding my hand on the way from Vegas...…
Everyone has a past that tells their own stories. Whether they are good or bad, people still wish they could change one thing to make their personal histories better. For me, losing my father at a young age caused my past of growing up as a child extremely difficult. Although, the actions of my past guided me to a delightful and an appreciative life I have now. Yet, I still wonder what my life would be like if I could go back and change one thing.…