Experiencing something new can be frightening. One of the most nerve-racking experiences I’ve had was when I had surgery for the first time. One day over the summer I started to have pain on the right side of my abdomen. The pain was mild at first but it got worse.…
I usually find satisfaction when an example of comedic wit comes to light. The art of sarcasm, and the structure of satire have never ceased to amuse me. Although, when this specific brand of “humor” comes about, I sit back not to marvel at the thought or eloquence of the speech, but to restrain my own deeply rooted antipathy. When these graceless, crude masses shove their way into conversation, I watch in disdain as they merely beg for the attention of their audience. My muscles tense and cringe while my fingers curl reflecting my desire to retreat from an area so comically contaminated.…
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.…
There is a dynamic duo that is always at work, never stopping for anyone, no matter how much it hurts. This duo is know as life and death, both are never ending cycles that can not be dismissed by anyone on this earth. No matter how powerful or weak we are, all living things must once die. So far my entire life consist of over thinking and questioning what it means to live and die. After losing my mother to Breast Cancer February 2 2016, I often found myself crying till my head started pounding and unfortunately I stopped believing in life.…
I have not experienced the loss of a loved on in my life. The closest thing to loosing a loved one is loosing a pet. It may sound stupid, but it is a big deal. I lost my dog, Wilson, when he was only two years old. He got sick and they could not help him, so they decided to put him down.…
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 couldn't feel anything. The last thing I remembered was watching the paramedics take my mom away from my grip as I walled and thrashed with all of my remaining strength until an officer held me down. The second his foreign hands touched my body I clawed at his face. I felt the tears surface my checks. "Mom!"…
I love these personal grief narratives because it's comforting to read people's stories. Everyone in one way or the other can connect with experiences of grief. I read the narrative Pet Death, Coping With the Loss of a Beloved Pet. In this narrative a woman is discussing the loss of her dog Charlie. This story is very touching because throughout the narrative I could feel the pain and devastation she was feeling.…
M.N. is one of my closest friends. I have know her since she was little. She was very friendly to anyone, and that is why she became my close friend and why my family consider her as part of ours as well. Last week, I found out that the lump on her leg has leaked and she developed sepsis. There was no other choice but to let her go, and due to circumstances, I was not able to even see her and say goodbye to her.…
I felt her head and told her its going down. The next day after I got home from work i went to go check on Marie. When I got in there i was waking her up but she stayed still for a long time. I panicked and called the ambulance.…
To begin with, my friends son has been on a fast roller coaster ride, however, the ride came to an end. However, I truly feel as if he done tjings on purpose in order to get help. By the same token, his endorphins kicked in because of the desire to continous want for drugs, which caused him to steal gift cards, wreck the fourth car his mom keeps supplying, and loss of employment again. For the most part, this is what his mom calls same stuff, different day. Nevertheless, she doesnt think she play's a part in his demise and its all his fault.…
Grief has been both my downfall and my saving grace. No one knows how to grieve properly or correctly, but the one thing I learned from grieving at a very young age, is that grief is love; specifically, unconditional love. This unconditional love towards someone (or in my case, many people) pours out as a sign of loneliness and yearning just to hold them and hug them one final time. I understand that losing people is a part of life and can’t be avoided, but growing up, I thought my world had turned upside down when I lost the two most important people to me. Three weeks prior to my tenth birthday, my Nana passed away from Alzheimer’s Disease.…
I grab the handle of the bedroom door with my hands shaking and my heart pounding. As I pushed the door opened I saw my mother with my little baby sister wrapped in her arms and shaking furiously begging her to please wake up. As of that moment I realized something was wrong with my little baby sister. At that time, I was eleven years old. I have never lost a loved one before and death is a word I did not know existed.…