I was 16 years old when he was killed. On september 28th 2016 my brother Lewis King Jaiman was in a terrible accident. At just the age of 23 his life was stripped away in a blink of an eye. I believe that people should cherish every second they have with there loved ones. It was thursday, september 29th when i had woken up to 3 missed calls from my 22 year old brother Dominick. I started to get ready for school then called him back. It was then when Dominick had told me Lewis was killed last night. Just like anyone getting that kind of news my first thoughts wee that it couldn't have been him, that it couldnt have been true, that there was a misunderstanding, it was not my 23 year old brother. The world stood still and it was if my heart …show more content…
Still in shock and disbelief of what was said, Dominick sent me the News article. Lewis was on his way to Oklahoma City when his truck had ran out of gas. He then decided to cross I-35 highway to Oklahoma City to get to a gas station. By doing that so he was struck by a semi truck and pronounced dead on the scene. It was an unexpected tragity to all of lewis's loved ones. Life is short, and some peoples life is shorter than others. I think people discount life itself. Just because someone is 4 yearsold doesnt mean they are going to live to be 5. Lewis's death has made me realize that nothing is gaurnteed. It had helped me love my other siblings fully every chance i get. It has helped me cheris every second spent with the people i love more then ever. I believe that life is far too short to take moments and people for granted. Could you imagine if people loved there siblings as if it was there last day on earth every single day. Could you imagine missing an opptunity to tell someone how much they mean to you and then never see them again? Life can change so fast, so unexpecting. So, love when you can, while you still can, as much as you still can and don't forget to cherish every
"On behalf of all Canadians, we offer our deepest condolences to the families, friends and colleagues of all those killed and a speedy recovery to all those injured. We are deeply saddened by these
sat in the waiting room with my head between my knees waiting for what felt like years. Colten Joel Seeber, the newest addition to the Seeber Family wouldn't be as new as I thought. He passed away on June 8th 2014 due to a complication known as stillbirth, known for carrying a child in the womb for the full term, but then complications happen and the baby dies before it is able to arrive. The reality of knowing that we would be bringing our brother home in a box rather than a car seat, wasn't what I had in mind. The death of my brother caused my family to split apart and not be close knit as we used to. There were many stages of grief happen at once, and my family didn't know what to do to try to comfort each other, in the end we all broke
About a hour past and I was just doing my work when John says to another kid next to me “go fix machine 57 section 8.” Then all the sudden CRUSH the kids legs got caught under the machine blood was all around him no was going to help him then SMASH machine hit kid again he died. John said to a lady “lost another one.” After that day me and my brothers were walking home tired. When we walked in our home it was silent our mom dead in a pool of blood, floor stab wounds on her every where. The cops came and took our dad away. The next day I read in the newspaper Ernest goes to jail. My two brothers Edward and Frank got some sort of
You never know when life may be cut short so it is important to love those around you and to a
I was wondering if it would be okay, if I could miss BSF on Monday, December 11th for a Lorie Line, “King of Kings” Concert? The concert will be at Martin Luther College Auditorium starting at 7:30pm. Lorie Line is my favorite Minnesotan Pianist; I grew playing her music and wanting to perform like her.
When the shooting was over, I went to the front and saw Sergio's cousin laying on the ground with his pants full of blood. We quickly got him into Sergio's clean car and drove to the hospital. We were driving much faster than the speed limit and running red lights while I tried to calm Sergio's cousin.
Anthony was on his way home and two kids got Anthony alone and killed him because they wanted his money. Anthony ran 2 blocks before he finally got to my house and died. The kid who killed Anthony was found in less than 24 hours. Anthony did not have a family. The only family he had was my family. Anthony made lot of money, but I’m sure he would turn it all in just to be alive again for one day. I will never forget the looks in his eyes. Even though he know he was about to die Anthony smiled for the last time. I will never forget Anthony and how he influenced our
But I couldn’t do it, only the principal and senior girl wanted to help. Everyone else thought like my best friend, that these 43 were just dead like all dead people. We lived in the second most dangerous city in the country and the 15th most dangerous city in the world. There is just so much death you can stand for.
I was at home when it happened. The police informed me of what happened. The love of my life, Julian, got into a car crash. A large truck crashed into the left side of his car, causing it to spin out. The car spun an astounding 17 times, gliding across the lanes and off the road, before hitting a tree and stopping dead in its place. He was driving home from the store, just a few weeks after graduating from high school. He was only 18 and hearing the news was heartbreaking, why must a kid die? He hasn’t finished school, and he had big dreams! He was going to go to college to be a Biochemist. But now, he’s dead. Dead forever. It’s not going to be like the movies where he dies for a bit and comes back to life in some spectacular way.
Giving students Post-It notes, students will be in their table groups and will circulate the room for our gallery walk. Students will view the images and post words or comments describing what they see using their Post-It notes around the images. After each group has seen each gallery, they will continue to stand at the last group of images they have been too. They will then read all the comments posted by that image and share their impression with the class on what they think the images represents. Ask students what the images have in common and guide a collaborative conservation to determine that all the images represent heroes.
This death impacted me in a negative way. I could not believe that my twenty-nine year old cousin had passed on. What is even crazier was that he passed in his seventh out of the tenth day term in jail. He
Many people lose their loved ones suddenly each day. My first experience with losing a loved one was my great-grandmother’s death in 2012. My great-grandmother’s sudden death taught me that I should appreciate the people in my life more. I do not know how long my loved ones will be around or how many chances I will get to make memories with them and learn from them.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had