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Every Morning, on my way to school, I pass a grave yard where my first love lays at peace. My mind is constanly reminded of the haunting tragedy that took place on the early morning of December 31st. I still find myself grieving in great sorrow. It's all still so unclear to me, how my innocent bestfriend was taken away oh so fast. There is no way I can ever fully express the pain I feel of losing Cayle. There is no way I can possibly make others understand the pain I suffer. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal and the loss of a loved one is the worst thing anyone can handle. I fell in love with Cayle the day I layed eyes on him. You may say 8th grade, for me, was too early to fall in love, but I did. I've always read things that say love …show more content…
Love is pure and beautiful like the early morning sunrise falling in a lake. I was never crazy about having a boyfriend when I was younger, but along where it all started was wednesday summer night at Thomas First Baptist Church. I saw him, dark black hair, that sorta reminded me of Justin Bieber, and blue eyes like Zac Efron, I thought to myself, what do i have to lose? Justin Bieber and Zac Efron combined in a body for a girl like me to have a chance with. So there I went, walked over towards him and introduced myself. We played basketball for a little while and boy did I flirt with him. Our youth teacher called us inside to have class and I probably did the most chlidish thing any girl could have ever done when she was head over heels, I took his hat right off his head and ran, only because I wanted him to follow me and sit by me. To make this sweet story short, Cayle and I dated for almost 2 years. We stayed so close and had our ups and downs, big ups and downs, but we didnt let that get between us. I always had stong feelings for Cayle because he was the first boy I ever loved. One day I got a call from a friend, she said "Alex, Cayle passed away from a gun accident." I instantly fell to the ground, I couldn't
In “Whoever We Are, Loss Finds us and Defines Us”, by Anna Quindlen, she brings forth the discussion grief's grip on the lives of the living. Wounds of death can heal with the passing of time, but in this instance, the hurt lives on. Published in New York, New York on June 5, 1994, this is one of many Quindlen published in the New York Times, centered on death's aftermath. This article, written in response to the death of Quindlen’s sister-in-law, and is focused on an audience who has, currently is, or will experience death. Quindlen-a columnist for the New York Times and Newsweek, Pulitzer Prize winner and author-has written six bestselling novels (Every Last One, Rise and Shine, Object Lessons, One True Thing, and Black and Blue) and has been published in the New York Times and Newsweek.
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
Loss and How We Cope We all deal with death in our lives, and that is why Michael Lassell’s “How to Watch Your Brother Die” resonates with so many readers. It confronts the struggles of dealing with death. Lassell writes the piece like a field guide, an instruction set for dealing with death, but the piece is much more complex than its surface appearance. It touches on ideas of acceptance, regret, and misunderstanding, to name a few. While many of us can identify with this story, I feel like the story I brought into the text has had a much deeper and profound impact.
Despite the basic requirements for human’s survival, personal relationships should be added because not many people are able to function well without intimate relationships with other people or valuable things. Due to this fact, grief occurs when there is a loss either through death, divorce, or theft or when something valuable to an individual can no longer be reached. Grief is that period of time when loss is felt acutely, and the feelings of loss are still very raw to the person. This paper is based on the book Lament for a Son, which was written by Nicholas Wolterstorff, a collection of narratives by this author who is going through grief due to the premature death of his 25-year-old son, Eric, who died in an accident while climbing a mountain.
The loss of a loved one is a tragedy for family, friends, and the community as a whole. Emotional reactions can range from quiet to intense and the circumstances of the loss can definitely be a factor. In the book To Kill a Mockingbird, the citizens of Maycomb County suffer a series of losses that affect the Finch family and the entire town. These losses include the death of Tom Robinson, the death of Mrs. DuBose, and the near-death incident involving Jem and Scout. These losses all have lasting impacts. Similarly, one’s own family may suffer loss and near-loss situations, making this novel especially relatable. Therefore, getting over a tragedy can be challenging. First, acknowledge that a tragedy has occurred, then express personal emotions and feelings, and finally focus on the positives.
Mourning is not just confined for the death of a person but can be extended to such things as a job lost or the breakup of a relationship. This second beatitude asks us to be concerned about the pain and suffering of others no matter how small we may see it to be. When we take the time to care for those who may have lost a loved...
I have felt the pain of the loss of a Sister; have felt the pain of the death of my Mother, and felt the death of my Father. I know how it feels. I experienced it. It is painful, looking at those old kind folks who bore you; who took care of you; went through all kinds of sacrifices and pains just to look after you for years and years, until one day the child stood on one’s own two feet, and then … there they are, the parents, helpless and lifeless in front of you.
Learning to deal with difficult situations is a part of growing up, throughout our lives we face many challenges and situations that we must learn to overcome and move on from. The most challenging of all is learning to deal with the death of a loved one or someone very close to you such as a best friend, especially when it is premature. The short story by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm ‘The Shroud’ is to do with the loss of a once adored seven-year old boy and the grief and mourning which occurs as a result of such a loss by the mother. However, this story does not teach us to dwell on such a problem, but in fact embrace it, accept it and overcome it, perhaps with the help of a higher person, in this case God.
Death is an inevitable process that every being must in endure in their lifetime. The loss of a family member or close friend can shower the survivors with numerous emotions. Despite the emotions, grieving the loved one is a natural process in which helps with coping and healing. The short story “By-and-By”, by Amy Bloom uses symbolism and imagery to demonstrate how a person navigates through the fluctuating, short-term, or long-lasting stages of grief. The nonlinear chronology of the story complicates the reader’s comprehension of the narrator’s grieving process.
What is love? The age-old question arises once more. In truth, a universal definition has not been agreed upon, but generally one can define love as “an indication of adoration” or an “an ineffable feeling of intense attraction shared in interpersonal and sexual relationships.” Love can be directed towards kin, a lover, oneself, nature, or humanity- but regardless that love in an emotional sense is eternal. Some fall into love, and some claim they fall out. Love should be endless, lasting, and pure, but half of the time that love ends up being a sham. There is solid record of this false love- love that is meant to look pure- in the famous writings The Lottery and To His Coy Mistress.
...ple. The way that Frost uses body language, shows how distant that the couple is becoming. There are many ways that people can handle grief, this poem is just one way that two people handle their lost. “Home Burial” also gives the “morbidness of death in these remote place; a women unable to take up her life again when her only child has died. The charming idyll” (Robyn V. Young, Editor, 195).
I found out about her death two days after it occurred. I was in church getting ready to play my flute in the choir. My best friend was with me. I guess she knew that I didn’t see the news. I can remember still remember what she said. She told me that she was at a friend’s house on Friday night. They were getting ready for a dance that I did not go to. Her mom told them that something had happened. She conveyed the message to me by saying “Meg…I think that Tiff died.” She couldn’t just tell, because she knew that I would be devastated, but I knew that it was no mistake. I ran to the bathroom and began to grieve for my friend who never even got to receive her driver’s license.
Losing a loved one is one of the hardest experiences every person must go through. The experience does not end with the loss though, but begins with it. The loss of a dear person leads those left behind into a downward spiral of emotions and memories. A poem entitled “Lucy Gray” by William Wordsworth focuses on that loss and the emotions that follow it. By reading the poem one can objectively experience both the grief that Lucy Gray’s death brings on but also her parents’ acceptance of her death.
Love is the ultimate prize in life, the gift that I am most thankful for. The description of love is found in every smile, every pounding heart, and the sweet taste
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.