A close friend's death is one of the most heartbreaking experiences one could face in their life. A friend of mine called Husam passed away in a dramatic jet ski accident a couple of years ago. He was a very kind hearted and generous person who was always there for his peers and constantly thrived to assist them in different situations. Husam was the type never refuses to confer a favor for someone as long as he had the ability to do it. His death was one of the most traumatizing moments of my life and took me time to digest. It took me quite a while to adapt to life without his presence. Losing such a close friend caused a tough change in the direction of my life by impacting my behavior, my lifestyle and my beliefs.
To begin with, the death of a close friend changed my life by impacting my behavior, as it was like a wake up call that made me think of my bad habits. Behavior describes the range of manners and actions that shape up the human being's personality. It is often adapted through systems, surroundings or close relationships with other individuals. Once it is adapted, it only can be changed by experiences that one faces throughout their life. I consider Husam's death one of those experiences that changed my behavior. I slowly began to replace those manners and actions that were unpleasant in my opinion with ones that were better and would better describe him. For example, every time I was caught up situation of whether to help someone in need or not to, I chose to help them because it made me think of how he would have acted in such a situation. This was because every time I did a good deed, I felt a sense of connection with him that I could not feel in his absence. For this reason, I adopted many things from t...
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...efs about death and how short is life now changed.I now tend to implement life's demands instantly and efficiently, For example, I began to give more attention to my religious beliefs and began focusing on building a closer relationship with God because ,in reality, we never know when we could leave this world. As a result of my changed beliefs I learnt to build a sense of motivation to perform and become more confident in myself, confident that I can accomplish anything.
To conclude, I can never forget the memories I had with Husam, wether it was bad or good memories.Whenever I want to take a decision, I always refer to what would Husam do if he was in my place, and I believe if it wasn't his death, I wouldn't have become the man Iam today. The death of Husam caused the direction of my life to change by affecting my behaviors, my lifestyle and my beliefs.
In war you can just brush off a death of someone you don't care for, but how about a friend's death? In Tim O'Brien's novel, The Things They Carried, you'll read about a platoon of soldiers that experience the death of fellow friends due to war. With war comes friendships and with friendships in war commonly comes tragic deaths. I'll talk about three deaths in this novel, which affected others. Ted Lavender's quick death was unpredictable. It had affected his platoon's leader, Lt. Jimmy Cross. Curt Lemon's death was due to horseplay this made it a lot worse. His death affected his friend Rat Kiley. Kiowa was the most liked soldier in the platoon. He died by drowning in a flood, his death created a lot of sorrow and mourning.
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.
Death and Grieving Imagine that the person you love most in the world dies. How would you cope with the loss? Death and grieving is an agonizing and inevitable part of life. No one is immune from death’s insidious and frigid grip. Individuals vary in their emotional reactions to loss.
In conclusion, loss of someone proves to be unavoidable and sparks pessimistic and aggressive feelings that damage us, leaving us to fend for ourselves as seen in the double deaths of Kamal and his father, and the murder of Hassan. Death is not always peaceful and does not always bring along an optimistic life- changing moral; it can lead to insanity or guilt that we cannot do anything to save them. It is unpredictable, but lies in front of us, and it truly tells us to cherish others, but ourselves as well. We let our own feelings get in the way of practical thinking, but we must learn to adapt and know how precious life is.
I hid my face as I sat desperately alone in the back of the crowded church and stared through blurry eyes at the stained glass windows. Tears of fear and anguish soaked my red cheeks. Attempting to listen to the hollow words spoken with heartfelt emotion, I glanced at his picture, and my eyes became fixed on his beloved dog. Sudden flashes of sacred memories overcame me. Memories of soccer, his unforgettable smile, and our frequent exchange of playful insults, set my mind spinning. I longed only to hear his delighted voice once more. I sat for what seemed like hours in that lonely yet overcrowded church; my tears still flowed, and I still remembered.
Throughout life individuals go through many different losses in life. In Grief and Losses across the Lifespan I have learned that death is not the only type of loss that people experience in life. Before taking this course, I was not aware of the multiple type of loss individual could experience. For most individuals not educated on these losses, they look at them as expected. From the typical occurrence of these loss they become disenfranchised by society which causes people to experience complicated grief. As people develop through different age groups they experience different typical and maturational losses, that need to be grieved. As I age I anticipate going through different losses that will each have a lasting effect on me. Some of
People cope with the loss of a loved one in many ways. For some, the experience may lead to personal growth, even though it is a difficult and trying time. There is no right way of coping with death. The way a person grieves depends on the personality of that person and the relationship with the person who has died. How a person copes with grief is affected by the person's cultural and religious background, coping skills, mental history, support systems, and the person's social and financial status.
Life always has a beginning and an end. Most people consider the end when someone is in their elderly age or is extremely ill. This is true a lot of the time, but not in the case of my best friend; Ryan “Rufus” Schmidt. Ryan Schmidt was the victim in a hit and run accident which left him in a coma. His family decided to pull the plug and so he died at age 19. This loss of life affected me deeply and was extremely hard for me to cope with. Through the experience of learning to cope, however, I learned a lot about life.
When I look over my “ The Loss Of My Sister’ essay I wrote it makes me proud of myself to know I was that strong to write about such a close topic to me and my family. I always wanted to write the story of my sister but I never had an opportunity to. I always kept quite about the situation I went through because I did not want the sorrow and pity from others. When ever I did tell someone that I have a dead sister, they would respond “ I don’t know what to say other than I'm sorry” it makes me feel awkward because I don’t know if I say thank you or it’s okay? Since I wrote about what happened I decided I’d write about how it is now without her.
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.
I miss her and I’ll miss her always. My aunt, Catherine passed away on Christmas 1997, and it was the biggest chock for my whole family and me. I was living in Syria at that time and my parents flew to Switzerland for the funeral.
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.
She said that he had had a stroke the night before. He died in the
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
Everyone has milestone days in his/her life that change the direction of his/her life for better or worse. Let me tell you one of my experiences that I will never forget from when I was 12 years old.