My Sister, My Friend, My Mentor

what I remember most. The feeling of sadness rested in the pit of my stomach for days

Remembered as an amazing woman, her will and determination were unwavering and she fought her illness with self-respect and strength until her final day. She remained dignified and grateful in the most difficult of circumstances and wanted to thank those who cared for her particularly the staff of ward 32 at Castle Hill Hospital and especially her daughter Lynne, and grandchildren who surrounded her with love and were always there to hold her held.

When I read about this I was feeling very many things. Like how could I take my fathers food when he was nearly dead? And how could I not mourn my own fathers death? I knew that I definitely would, no matter what was going on between my father and

This was caused by her either having a heart attack or she had a seizure, they are not sure which one caused it. The mechanism of death was Hypoxia or the lack of oxygen to the brain. All these events occurred because of requiring drug

O’Brien describes that memories can affect one’s emotions in a detrimental way over time. Reflecting on memories that one felt affected them negatively can be bad for the mind and cause them emotional turmoil. O’Brien describes a “hard story to tell (O’Brien 172).” “For more than twenty years,” O’Brien, “had to live with...the shame.” O’Brien had been “trying to push (the memory) away,” The event O’Brien reminisces on

The Past, an ever growing pool of time, is always biting at the heels of a person. It reminds him of what they have done wrong, done right, or when he did nothing. For most people, recalling the past leads to loose ends and blanks where memories should be. No matter how much a person may want to return to the past, it is not possible. It is lost forever. These forgotten moment lead to uncertainties and confusion in the present, and chaos in the future. Forgetting the past leads to spirals, spinning downwards as people look to what they have lost. They retrace their steps hoping to find a sliver of who they are and what may become of them. In the poem, Itinerary, Eamon Grennan shows how an individual searches through his past, but can never return to it. Through the poem and with a personal experience I will explain how individuals deal with uncertainties in their pasts.

After several weeks of my Grandmother passing, I came to realize she wasn’t coming back. The feeling of shock had left and now I felt intense amount of emotional suffering. The continuous feeling of pain and unanswered questions lingered about in my mind. I began to wonder how it could have happened and what people could have done differently. At this time, my whole family was grieving over the loss as well.

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

It offers a deep understanding of her family’s journey through grief,

Although her death was a tragedy, it made me realize that this is the only life I will ever have, and I need to embrace every aspect of it and not take one millisecond of it for

Seeing a person she completely looked up to, showing signs of weakness was too much for her to handle. "My father was a strong man who could whisk a child upon his shoulders and go singing through the house. “How could it be that my father was crying?” The world had lost its boundary lines. My mother, who was small and soft, was now the strength of the family; my father, who was the rock on which the family had been built, was sobbing like the tiniest child” Where did I fit into this broken picture?

She talked about how children came broken into her home, and it was her job to help repair their hearts. Her book details how she handled difficult situations, showed love to kids who felt unloved and demonstrated selflessness by always putting children’s needs before her own. I sat there amazed reading her book one night; I began to pray, “Create that kind of heart in me, God. Show me how to take who I am, who I want to be, and what I can do, and use it for a purpose greater than myself.” After finishing the book, I had never been surer of my purpose and what I am supposed to do in this life. I want to show children who are broken and feel unloved they’re special and tell them about a God who loves them more than they could ever imagine. I want to make it my goal that not one single child leaves my home without knowing hope for their

Yet, she still didn’t complain. She knew her life was in God’s hands, that through her struggle He could bring good. And that’s exactly what He did, many were saved at her beautiful funeral because of her. I’m sure that made her smile in heaven. In the ninth stanza, it says “ And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears, And he smoothed the furrows from her face, And the angels sang a little song, And Jesus rocked her in his arms, And kept a-saying: Take your rest, Take your rest.” This is probably one of the most comforting things to hear right now. She had died peacefully in her sleep and then she had awoken in Jesus’ arms in heaven. Her death was a slap in the face to all of us since she had been doing so well. But I think God gives us that time to see the people we love, who are suffering, happy and more like themselves so we can say our goodbyes. He gives us those last memories of them as happy ones. And as the first and last stanzas say, “Weep not--weep not, She is not dead; She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.” I know I’ve done my fair share of weeping, and I know I still will in the future, it hurt tremendously to lose someone who was like a second mom to

Do you know someone who relives their past every day? Are they always sad, depressed and/or angry? Or maybe just stressed and rethinking their whole life situation? Maybe something or someone has completely drained them or brain washed them and they can’t continue their lives in a positive way. A person may have a psychological problem where they may never get over a certain situation that happened in their life. Every person around the world has a totally different life story. Often times many people may have the same story but they differ in certain ways. Past situations in my life have caused me to rethink my life and wonder why I am even here and why this has happened to me.

Jimmy my best friend who is always with me where I go and when I need him. Jimmy support me in many ways, He is always there for me. He is a unique best friend I have in my life. Jimmy become my friend in July 2008, when I was in need of somebody for support, guide, I find Jimmy. To help me out. Without jimmy I would not be able to do things by myself.