My Memory Essay

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My grandma’s birthday is October 5. We went to visit her for her birthday, before we moved further away. Family is important. A snapshot of my memory is the most vivid. Although it was the first day of October, in my memory it feels like summer. The sun is shining on the bright white lines of the parking lot of the Dairy Queen. We had finished eating and were going back to the car. I notice that my mom has a cup and I ask her about it. She tells me she is tired and the cold milkshake will help her stay awake. This is my memory of the final conversation with my mother. It may not be the last one but, it is all I remember. I believe she fell asleep at the wheel and her time on this earth was done. She and my sister died. My brother …show more content…

I became aware of my ten month old brother crying across the freeway. I wanted to go to comfort him. My mouth and arms were bleeding, and I knew I could not walk. I decided to put my head down and figure out how to help my brother. I next woke up with an older gentleman next to me watching me. He had turned me over and put a blanket on me. He told me I could go back to sleep, if I wanted. My next memory is in an ambulance hurrying towards help. I remember the siren and the trees moving past the windows. Thirteen days later I would turn 6 in the hospital. I nearly died, my recovery was long but, that is not the hardest …show more content…

Many people have shown great kindness to me over the years. Some were people that had a small part in helping me with something a mother would general do. There was the kind lady at church who sewed my dance festival dress. She answered my prayers. I remember looking at the pattern wondering how on earth I was going to make the dress. Although I knew basic sewing it was far beyond my limited skills my skills. I did not even have to call and ask her. I don’t know if a leader asked for me or what but, for whatever reason she called and volunteered to sew it for me. Many leaders and teachers showed great kindnesses to me over the years. I remember one bishop told me to find a sister that I felt was kind and lady like, he suggested that I watch her and copy some of her behaviors, like how she took the sacrament. There were sweet sisters whose children were grown that took me in and befriended me. I am grateful for our long conversations and all I learned from this sweet spirit. I can no longer list all that I learned from her. But, I remember wanting to make others feel like she made me feel. I doubt she knows how much she meant to

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