Today, the day before his funeral. The day I would soon know how it feels to be overpowered with negativity, yet be able to see light. I was crushed by the fact that I was attending the funeral of this loved one. I personally couldn't bring myself to muster the strength or courage to even say his name. Yet people could see him still. This man was not ordinary. In fact, he and I were not close. But it was a funeral and I was “invited”. His name was Matthew Hunt. He was my fifth and sixth-grade teacher's brother (Jason Hunt). My teacher and I were close, and I could see the pain in his eyes. He was heartbroken and so was I. Matthew was a passionate cyclist who owned Bike Blast Las Vegas. He took people on tours around the strip and more. He …show more content…
I’m a more friendly type, so I did the same… I met many people there who didn't seem heartbroken at all. This was more of a remembrance of a fallen friend. Even Mr.Hunt did not seem so deep in emotion either. Everyone got quiet again and I knew someone was on stage, but it wasn't the raffle just yet. It was Mr.Hunt, he took the microphone and started preaching about his brother. Mr.Hunt said “My brother was no ordinary guy, but not special either. He, in fact, got me into cycling, which I solemnly thank him for. HE always found a way to make the people and co-workers around him happy, and always found a way to stay positive”. Everyone agreed with what Mr.Hunt had to say about his brother, many started laughing which I found beautiful. Mr.Hunt went on, but after a short, while he said… “well let's get this raffle …show more content…
I wished this could last forever, or just an hour more. This funeral in my mind turned out to be one of the coolest days of my life. Not only did I get to meet new people, make amends, and become a huge family. But I got to learn how something so horrific and tragic, turn into something brilliant, beautiful, and astonishing. This party and the people within it made me realize that if you embrace it, you will learn and soon accept it. Also to not dwell on the weary, but to grab it and take it. As in clasp it and bend it into something right. Because that's how they would want it right. Speaking of that, I was told “Would he want you to feel sad”, this one question changed my perspective also. If you think about it or have ever been through an experience like this. He’s right, this person wouldn't want you to gloom over his death, but think of it as something special. And to keep living your happy life, and this to be a push forward, like a helping hand that tells you to go on. To conclude, this experience has brought me a light, that will shine in any dark time of misery. It will help me understand and keep going on if I ever feel this heartache again. And by reading my story/rites of passage, you should learn from it
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When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
The author talking about a funeral had a very long lasting affect on me. The author purpose was to make me understand that I should always do the right thing. Using his example of her old teacher, and how she did not want to go, but in the end he realized doing the right thing makes others happy. There were also instances of her saying that she did not want to make her condolences or go to the funeral in general, and I feel anybody can relate to that instance. If I ever have a love one pass away, I hope that all my friends and everybody who knew they would come to the funeral because it truly does mean the world to the family that is going through this.
Dolgellau. I turn my head once again to the graveyard. This to me is a
Monday morning my family and I woke up to some unfortunate news: my great aunt had passed that night. I sat with my mom as my dad told her. The three of us spent a bit of time together talking. Some of it was to reminisce, other parts were to make sure the others were going to be able to handle the rest of our day. All three of us utilized the Jack Gibb’s Pairings of empathy and spontaneity to not only care for one another, but also speak openly and freely about the news.
A moment in time that I hold close to myself is the funeral of my grandmother. It occurred a couple of weeks ago on the Friday of the blood drive. The funeral itself was well done and the homily offered by the priest enlightened us with hope and truth. But when the anti-climatic end of the funeral came my family members and relatives were somberly shedding tears. A sense of disapproval began creeping into my mind. I was completely shocked that I did not feel any sense of sadness or remorse. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to mourn, but there was no source of grief for me to mourn. My grandma had lived a great life and left her imprint on the world. After further contemplation, I realized why I felt the way I felt. My grandmother still
This is crazy. Why am I afraid? I’m acting as if this is my first funeral. Funerals have become a given, especially with a life like mine, the deaths of my father, my uncle and not my biological mother, you would think I could be somewhat used to them by now. Now I know what you’re thinking, death is all a part of life. But the amount of death that I’ve experienced in my life would make anyone cower away from the thought. This funeral is nothing compared to those unhappy events.
In all 18 years of my life, I had never lost anyone close to me, so I didn't know what grief was. I watched friends lose their grandparents and felt sorry for them, but I couldn't relate to their experience. On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I had been complaining to my roommate Michael in his bedroom about how much of a burden it felt for me to have to go pick up my grandma to take her to my house for Thanksgiving dinner. I remember wishing that one of my sisters would step up to do it because I didn't want my car to smell like her because she wasn't able to take care of her own personal hygiene and was wheelchair bound. But that night as I was out with my sister Avery, our mom texted us that none of us had to get her because my grandma
What would happen if all author names were removed from all book covers? To what level is it right to extend the readers horizons? Some people pick out to live highly sheltered, only reading certain stuffs or watching specific TV shows. Anything that doesn’t fall under their accepted types is to be entirely unnoticed. Not knowing the author means not knowing if there may be any concealed surprises in the book. Would it be beneficial for readers to understand their text better? That depends on the text but most of the time removing the author figure in order to understand the text fully is necessary. When a text goes public, it loses bounds between it and author. A text is set free as soon as the authors stop writing it. “Birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the author” says Roland Barthes in his essay "The Death of the Author". A couple of reasons which will explain why it is necessary will be mentioned in the further parts of this essay.
This taught me a lesson that we all are going to die and that it was the fun times I had with my mother when she was alive that puts a smile on my face when I was writing the obituary. There is a saying that “to live in the hearts of those we love is not to die”, my mom has been living in my heart and continues to. This is my new mantra. The fun times we had together should motivate me towards living a fun filled life, even after she is gone. This exercise has also helped me pour out my feelings through writing about my grief and what I missed in and about my mother.
I look out the window at the crisp, white crystals spiralling gracefully towards the earth, dancing a cold ballet in the frosty air, and settling gently on the ground together in a soft blanket of snow. Then watch them get squished into a muddy puddle by some oblivious passer-by on their way to school. That's probably what I should be doing. Not squishing snowflakes, the whole going to school thing.
August 3, 2016 Dear Diary, The worst part of the whole thing was the funeral. Maybe it was seeing her skin so pale when before she had the darkest tan in the school (which was probably a spray tan). Or maybe it was how her hair looked more red then the blonde which must've been the blood. But what it was probably the way the preacher made Zoey sound like an angel, but I know deep down that she deserved to die.
I remember all of us, the young and the old, holding each other’s hand. We were united and strong, as the whole family would stand together and hope for the best. Even in that dark hour, it was beautiful to see all of us come together. My grandpa was the foundation and patriarch of that family, but it was time that we stayed positive for him. After the prayer, it dawned on me; there would be a time when my grandfather is not here anymore. The only thing that will remain is the memories, stories, and ideals he has inspired in me. He is a great man, who I deeply appreciate to have learned from in my life. A year later, I was very grateful to learn his cancer had gone away after a successful surgery. He went back to work and continued his usual routine. The whole situation made me want to treasure every single moment I have with my grandpa, and makes me appreciate all the time I spent with him during my younger years. This interview was something special, as it let me garner a better understanding of my grandfather. He is a good man, and the story of his life is absolutely worth learning
The funeral and wake were especially difficult because of having to stand in the greeting line. Having to greet everyone is truly annoying. This is especially true when you don’t know who most of the people are, and when you yourself are under emotional duress. That point aside, it was very interesting to see the reactions of the different people. One thing I noticed was the conversations between my father’s cousins. They were depressed, but not because of the death. The overall tone was “who’s going to be next”; they were all in their fifties and sixties. At this time I was 25 years
... members I found a way out of the sadness and focused on the happiness of how my uncle did not have to suffer anymore and that he was finally pain free from everything. My uncle was a very loving man and although he did not have much, he always found a way to give everyone a gift on their birthday and Christmas. Although he will be missed greatly I know he is always with me and my family in everywhere we go and in everything we do. I know thinking about death is a scary thing, but the truth is that it happens every day of our lives. The only thing that matters is how you choose to spend the time while you still have it. You should never let a minute go to waste because tomorrow is never promised and you want to cherish every moment while you have it. I will never forget my uncle and all he stood for he was a great loving man who will always be missed greatly.