Personal Narrative: My Brother's Death

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1. Why did you choose the event you did? I choose the remembered event of my
Brother’s death because it is by far the most explicitly vivid image in my mind. I also found that putting my thoughts on paper was some way therapeutic to what I have been carrying around for the last 15 years.

2. How much is your choice affected by your desire to impress your reader/audience? My choice to write about my brother was not influenced by my desire to impress but rather to talk about my family. Since this event is the one that evoke the most emotions.

3. Why are you willing to share some memories but not others? There were no memories’ that I withheld, I did not share any information about the funeral and seeing him in the casket, because

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