Funeral

Shy’s First Funeral “What’s going on?” I said as my mother, Anitra, came closer to me. ‘Shy, I have some terrible news for you honey.” “What is it?” I asked as I put my head down. “Your father passed away yesterday. I’m so sorry baby!” She lied on the bed crying as I ran out of the room to play outside with my sister and cousins. I ran, jumped, and flipped on the trampoline as my family watched from the porch analyzing to see if I was responding well to the news I had just received.…

POLITICAL GRIEF The great leader unexpected, expires in his sleep, and the preparations for his funeral have begun Funeral parade, eulogies, etc. There is a policy of mourning where the people are ranked in accordance with their station in life. The high officials are located in the rear, yet in elevated seating. They may prefer to weep are not. This may be that they show power to control their emotions, and thus the reason of the high positional seating. They are the strong wall that remains…

The two funeral speeches for Caesar At the art iii, the Caesar was killed by the conspiracy. Both of Antony and Brutus do the funeral speech with beautiful words for him, they have completely different standpoint, but I think that Antony’s speech make me find most convincing. From Brutus's speech, He said that tyranny is dead, if the Caesar become the lord, all of the Roman people will not get the freedom. All things he said is that to give freedom to the people, and said he would like to…

It was a late night at the funeral home, but Jackie insisted on staying behind to finish embalming the local restaurant owner killed in a robbery two days ago. She was the last person left at the funeral home, so it was quiet. She could focus on her work, do the paperwork, and get home before 9:00 pm with any luck. As she began to do her work, she heard a noise. She looked up from her work to listen, but there was nothing. "I'm hearing things", she thought to herself. "I need to get back to…

It was a cloudy Wednesday morning and Martin and I drove from Manhattan, New York to Stamford, Connecticut for his Uncle Kenny’s funeral. Along the way, the scenery changed from the crowded city streets and apartment buildings to lawns, trees, and private homes. As we headed north on the highway, I couldn’t help but think that it was years since I have seen Martin in a suit. My husband hates suits, but he made an exception for Uncle Kenny because he loved him so and was honored to be a…

I have this dress inside my closet that means a lot to me. Each time I look inside my closet I remember of my wedding day. It is something that symbolizes love to me. I wore this dress on my wedding day, when I married to John proctor. He is a very special man to me and I will love him until death will do us apart. We had been planning this day since the day I meet him. The night before our wedding there was a bad storm in Salem. Before going to bed I asked god to stop the rain by the next day…

person is my grandfather. I couldn't walk away from him even when it was his time to walk away from me. I remember the morning of his funeral and how, at first, I refused to go because I was afraid. Afraid of what I was going to see, the most important person in my life lying there lifeless, but I could not help but want to see him one last time. At the funeral I sat with my grandma, watching her cry, her face filled with pain as tears dropped slowly down her face. I got up and slowly…

room. Being eleven years old, I was not yet a teenager who slept in; besides my family unfortunately had a funeral to attend this saturday morning. After putting my long black dress on, my parents and I sat down to enjoy my favorite breakfast; french toast. My mother always made the best french toast; crispy, warm, and covered in powdered sugar and cinnamon. Although we had to attend the funeral, it was not a gloomy event, a family friend’s mother had passed away, but it was her time. We were…

and was hearing voices. The weather had turned to dark and mysterious, with slight rain. Of course. Right on the day of the funeral for my most dearest friend. It was a close casket funeral, strange but my mind wasn’t set on that. Let me be honest with you. “I’m suffering, My best friend death, and me now being broke because I spent all I had to attend this funeral.” I said inside…

Eight months. Eight months is the time that has elapsed from my nana's funeral. Before I was born my nana had been there for my mother and me. My mother cleaned my nana's house as her occupation throughout her three pregnancies. Having two parents that have never completed basic primary education made it difficult to raise three kids. My nana was the one person who gave my parents the helping hand every moment needed. When she was diagnosed with cancer my mind was in denial. I thought to myself…