A memorable event,losing a loved one is something that eventually everyone experiences.Losing my best friend,after being murdered is by far the most devastating thing that I am learning to cope with.Jose and I were really close.We did many things together.Though they have taken his life,no one can take away the memories we created together,Jose and those memories will forever live in my heart.I miss him so much.Our relationship began in October of 2012,I was eighteen and he was twenty-one,we were introduced by friend's at one of our friends birthday party.We had an instant connection,that led us to get to know each other a little more on a one on one baisis.Jose had such a big and loving heart,he was very caring,gentle,and sensitive when it came to me.He always took the time to listen to my problems,and helped me see the brighterside of life.When he would get off of work he loved to take me …show more content…
Jose was happy for me ,he was just being a bit of a poor sport and admited that he was jelous that it was my pole the fish was hooked on.I told him that if any one asked who caught it we could say he did ,he interrupted me and said that was nonsense and that catching my first fish was something to be proud of.After placing the fish in our tackle box, we called it a night and went home.These are a few of the many memories that I have shared with you of me with my bestfriend, Jose,he is no longer here and I cant go fishing with him anymore,I cant see him,or hear his voice,I cannot run into his arms and feel that wholeness I once felt.His absence hurts me profoundly,I know he is in heaven with Jesus,and I'll see him there when ever its my time to go,and as of now I am filling myself up with church,and positive friends and things,like school, he once told me to do so,when he was out of town for work so I wouldnt feel lonely.Jose was a big part of my life for the past three years,he was shot 3 times on the 29th of October 2015,and passed away 5 days later, on the 2nd of November
Can you single out just one day from your past that you can honestly say changed your life forever? I know I can. It was a typical January day, with one exception; it was the day the Pope came to St. Louis. My brother and I had tickets to the youth rally, and we were both very excited. It was destined to be an awesome day- or so we thought. The glory and euphoria of the Papal visit quickly faded into a time of incredible pain and sorrow, a time from which I am still emerging.
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
One of the most memorable moments in my life has to be when my grandaughter Aliana Marie Garcia was born. I had been waiting for her to come to this world for a whole nine months!. it was already a special day I held closely as my religion celebrates a special occasion on that day, it is called, "El Dia de Los Reyes", which is a special religious holiday in Mexican culture that is centered around small gifts for children. It was definitely a very wonderful surprise with the precious gift any person can obtain, the gift of life.
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.
He was always a very generous person, every Sunday he would give food to the homeless. It has been 20 years since we have met each other, and every time I look back at that moment, it brings me to tears. On our honeymoon, I remember we went to Philadelphia
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
I was squatting down surrounded by white walls, white floors, and bleached fluorescent lights. I was told that white bright colors represented safety, purity, and goodness but I only felt empty. Feeling empty was something that I have never felt before, being in the hospital only made it worse. This was the first time that I had been to the hospital in a month.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
I remember the day my father died; it felt as if a gigantic piece of my life was stolen from me. My dad was not what you would call innocent; he made mistakes like everybody else, but he was a good father and I loved him. I loved him like a five year old loves a teddy bear-with every fiber of my being. But my father was very unhealthy.
Thick layers of smoke and tobacco cloud my earliest memories. I remember my father’s hand cutting through the wispy trails in a casino restaurant, back in the day when you could smoke in a restaurant. I also remember the week his body was loaded into a hearse - the years of cheap cigarettes and ubiquitous puffs of smoke invading his lungs finally caught up to him. The day seemed as mundane as any other day.
Today he still works there. He moved and he is living his own life by himself, but not just that, he is now helping my mom and dad, which is great. I saw
It had been love at first sight, the day I met Tom. That stormy night
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
My Father dying has a profound impact on my perspective on life, and time. In fact it was the first time I considered how much time do I have left? Whereas when my grandfather died it was all about the emotion of the loss. It was also a learning experience in that I never dealt with death before.
Now a days I still think about him and wonder what things would have been like if he was still alive. I know that there is nothing that I can do about it, it's just nice to think. Losing Andrew was a reality check and lesson in life. For me the reality check was that no one will be there for you forever so make sure you always tell them how you feel. The lesson I learned was to live life to the fullest and not to regret anything. I know believe that there is no such thing as a mistake, there is only what you do and what you don't do. It's sad that it took losing him for me to realize that but I guess things happen for a reason and I am thankful for everything he has ever taught me.