Dear Rachel, I had a sleepless night thinking about what happened to us that night. I least expected it, I experienced the worst headache ever, all I could hear was my heart beating faster than it ever has. I cursed my stars that night, as my expectation for the night was so much greater, but it ended in a far different way that made my heart choke with tears of losing something I've always wanted and fought for. We all made mistakes not trying to understand each other, some words did hurt in some way and I guess we got carried away after all those arguments of whether I have an intimate relationship with Marie. I guess this issue has always been the block of our relationship getting worked out. I know it's been hard for you trying to understand the real truth. Perhaps I need to give you a chance to find out for yourself whether what I'm trying to tell you is the truth or not. Trust is very important, especially in a new and up-coming relationship, and so I have no objection about you finding out whether I have a relationship with her. …show more content…
I know you said you can't forgive me, neither will you forget, but I know deep down, I regret saying those things to you and being the first guy to have said it also hurts. Whether you accept my apology or not I'm truly sorry for my harsh and cruel
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
my persistence was not in our best interests, and I'm sorry for it. Perhaps if I
We all hugged one last time before jumping I could not believe that this would be the last time I would ever see my family. Dominique and I went to the edge of the Freight car and we counted down, “1...2...3!” As we jumped the only thing I could hear was the shot of a rifle and a short cry from Dominique. Once I got up from the frigid snow I looked to my left and saw the dead corpse of my brother Dominique. I broke down crying
It was the last concert of the year. I was a graduating senior, and I didn’t think that the year had really come to an end. I had been in this band for four years, and up until that night, I thought it would always be a part of my life. The idea of leaving the band seemed so foreign. Yet there I sat, with the show about to start.
After, she passed, life seemed darker for awhile. Perhaps, losing loved ones, are physical and mental blows, that I can’t seem to get away from. I would cry for days with wondering thoughts on how I could have saved them. As family and friends disappeared whether by death or just lack of communications in friendships, it had negatively affected me, wondering when will the last day be. However, as I begun to face the realities of life, I am learning that you enjoy life today and focus on whatever comes when it comes.
When my uncle Kevin passed away on December the tenth, two thousand and fourteen, it was early in the morning, and I was supposed to be asleep. I had been sleeping soundly for most of the night, but I suddenly woke up and felt, sort of off. At the time I thought it strange, but I did not think anything of it until that day when I got home from school. Just like how I never realized the significance of the fact that my dad “went to work early” out of the blue that morning. But when my dad stopped the car at the top of our driveway right after I had commented that my cousins were over, I had a sick feeling of dread. He had the same look he always had when someone died; the same look he had when he told me my neighbor had been killed, and when my great grandmother had passed. This was the first time that a death had hit this close to home; it was the first one that came as such a shock.
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
I’ve always been numb to death, never experienced the emotion that is grief. When my grandfather died I was too young to care, too little to understand. The day that one of our closest family friends died a few months ago, I didn’t even shed a tear. It isn’t the death that hurts, it’s the fact that I can’t seem to remember them. I’ll never be able to recall my grandfather’s voice as he read to me on the old, leather recliner he loved so much. Not remember all of the names of Jolene’s flowers in the garden we spent days working on. I can’t remember, and the recollections will continue to fade until I reach the point where their faces become blurry, and the only thing left of them is a name of someone I used to care for. The death of my dog Cade wasn't the most ground-shaking, heart-shattering moment, but the things I've learned from it are immeasurable.
I got two hours of sleep that night because I woke up at seven in the morning. This was the worst day of my life. I had to help my mother pack our things as she sobbed uncontrollably. I also thought I would never get to be with Matt 's sons again, who I had known since I was eleven. They were like brothers to me and they were the only people who understood what each other was going through when it came to family issues like this. I thought I was never going to get to act like idiots or have serious conversations with them again.
... needed to savor the moment with my brother before I turned around and he was gone. I opened the doors to see my brother standing there arms opened wide. His embrace and the love he showed me was one that could be felt among anyone standing there, kind of like a ripple after a pebble has been tossed in the water. How could I ever let go? “I’ll be okay, Kara, and I’ll see you sooner than you know it.” he reassured me as I started to pull away. As I walked to the elevator I turned around and saw him standing there lifting his hand to wave me goodbye. The moment was touching enough to make any person cry, and that was the last time I saw my brother for eight weeks. This impacted a lot of who I am today. I learned to not take things for granted, especially family. This has taught me to live in the moment and appreciate everything in life, no matter how big or how small.
It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.
When time jumped like lighting, so did we, not to our feet but towards each other. We held one another even tighter and didn't want to let go. Although, time was spent wisely and carefully saved, we had run out and were rushed like an ambulance to meet the schedule appointed in half an hour. In sweet bitterness, we packed up and went home. An everlasting day at Lake Lavon that is perpetual in my heart will remain there forever.
with me from now on?” This remark was the beginning of one of the hardest times in my
I wonder what happened between the two of us? Did I not satisfy her? Did she become bored with me? Or worse yet, did I make her angry? Actually, upon reflection, I don’t think it was any of those things. I think she just grew up. As she got older, she would come to me less and less. She outgrew me and all that I could give her. ...