Personal Narrative: She's Death

She got new friends but I think I always held a special place in her heart. And she in mine. When she was dying, I couldn’t let her go without saying goodbye. I owed her that.

People go in and out of our life. I have experienced these different losses throughout my life. I remember it was during the summer of second grade right before third grade when I lost my grandfather. I cried for days and when I first found out I chose not to accept it, but later on I realized he truly was gone. I still remember his smile, his laughter, and his kindness and I continue to remember these things because they're the only way I can hold on to him. A different kind of loss I experienced in my life is when my best friend Mahru moved away to Kazakhstan while I was in third grade this loss wasn't permanent, but it wasn't temporarily . These things taught me that people leave but, they are never truly

She was my only reason to keep on living, and now she’s gone. I loved her so much, she was the only person that I loved. We had been together for twelve years, and now I’m alone. Now there is nobody, there is nothing in my life that has any meaning.

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.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

“We were so very close that, even one year later, it still pains me to think about her. We were like two peas in a pod. It broke my heart to have to throw that stone,” said Mrs.

She was my dad’s mom, and we used to call her Bebe Hajji as a sign of respect for a elders who has completed a pilgrimage to Mecca. Bebe Hajji passed away from gallbladder cancer, and it was a very surreal time in not only my life, but my family’s as well. I don’t actually remember that much about her before she was admitted to the hospital, only when she was. I remember what she looked like, I remember what her lap felt like when she’d hold me, but I do not remember her voice. When she was in the hospital I never quite grasped what was going on, I knew she was dying, but i dont think i ever knew what death was. After her funeral I was sad, but i kept waitin for the other shoe o drop. I didn't know how to grieve, I was nine, I went back to school and i didn't cry when i told other people what happened, and i didn't cry at her memorial. As i've gotten older, it's stuck with me more and more. When I was in middle school i felt exponential guilt, about my lack of tears when i was younger. I felt like I hadn't lover her enough and as a result been unable to grieve. As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized people deal with death differently, and to be fair, I was nine.

Life doesn’t last forever. No matter how much you yearn and pray that it does, it won’t. And that is something that you need to accept. You can’t cling desperately to something that is just out of your reach, for if you let yourself slip into the deep, dark pit of despair then you won’t be able to pull yourself out again. This realization made me stop and think. No longer was I crying for the loss of my best friend, but for the fact that she wasn’t in pain anymore and is in the best place possible. That day will never be lost in memory, nor the pain felt. Her tag still hangs around my neck, and will cease to ever come off again. This was the most irrevocably traumatizing day of my life, but I have learned so much from it. It has shown me the truth of life and death and how to overcome and push through

One of the obstacles I had to face in my life was when my best friend since kindergarten committed suicide. It was a chilly Sunday in December when I got a text message from an unknown number and I was going to erase the message until I saw the words “Dorian committed suicide”. Turns out that his twin sister, Vanessa, had gotten my number from his phone and texted me telling me the news. The moment I read those 3 words I could feel my heart break into a million pieces. And a ton of guilt flooded my body. He had tried multiple times but I always talked him out of it without anyone's help and without any adult knowing but this time I guess he didn't want help and so he went through with it. That day I stayed in bed all day crying my eyes out,

For the last few days I've left completely lifeless-not depressed- just lifeless. I'm very familiar with the feeling of depression. But this shit right here is on a whole different level.

On June 18th 2006, I lost my cousin to a freak auto accident. The Papers read Auto accident claims local teen. The only thing I know was that childhood best friend was gone. I could never run up and hug her at the basketball game. I could never get to see or talk to her at the reunions or any other family get togethers.

It was a wonderful time, we had a lot of fun together. She became one of my best friends. We texted and talked like a habit about what’s going on every day. We listened to each other stories and gave advice, sometimes encourages. It was 2 peaceful years without arguments or misapprehensions; there’s only joy and understanding between us. Until she had a new boyfriend after another, I didn’t get along with that person because he was the one who stepped in and separated Truc and her ex. I didn’t

Now I can say that I had never understood others suffering from a bad loss of a dear person.  I would hate to hear that anybody died. When this happened to me, when my dear mother died, I started to understand all those people who lost someone they loved. There are perhaps no proper words to describe this pain, This intolerable pain which tears you apart, which is like a stone on your heart, and which make tears run down your face with each moment spent with the dear person who passed away. Time is unlikely to pass so fast this hurt, no matter what others claim.

I am learning to over come the loss of my best friends. Jenna was a great athlete and a compassionate young woman who always put others first and just was truly caring. It was very hard to just understand how she died by drowning in the lake. When my mom had told me what happened I automatically thought it was a sick joke since I just saw her a few days ago. It was then that I realized she was not joking. It was as if time had froze, it was real, Jenna was really gone and was never coming back. It was and still is hard to believe she is never coming back.

She was the best friend anyone could have, kind, compassionate you know the type. The ones you think will never leave you no matter what always by your side through thick and thin, the one that feels like they’re your lost sibling.