Short Story Of Hi Kacy

On July 10th, 2015 one of my best friends, Lexi Kretsch died in a car crash on her way back from Mankato. Personally, it was a really hard thing to go through and I would never wish that upon anyone, but it is the circle of life and she is in God’s hands. Lexi and I had played softball together for two years. After she passed away prematurely, it was difficult to play the game that brought us together. Jen Kretsch, Lexi’s mom, then started to contact telling me to play for Lexi and her legacy.The item that helped me the most was the Bible. I would take out passages that would pertain to me for that day and I would feel as if she was talking to me. I learned how to play/live with the hole in my heart. Feeling that emptiness made me start to

Pulling up at the hospital; I had no idea what I was about to endure for the first time. I walked to the end of the hall to see someone that meant so much to me laying there lifeless. I stood at the foot of his hospital bed; for a moment it seemed as if time had frozen. I was there with one other person when two nurses walked in to tell me “we see no signs of improvement, we are going to pull the plug”. I stood there and watched my best friend breath his last breath. When they allowed me to go back into the room, I immediately checked to see if he was still breathing. I walked to his side, rested my hand on his cold shoulder and prayed to God that this wasn’t real. Later flowers were piled up in the worst way and no one knew what to say or if they should speak at all. This amazing person was buried and I blamed God for the loss of his life and the physical pain that flooded my body. I couldn’t accept what had happened and told myself that it wasn’t real. I was so angry at God for making me go through this that I had lost all faith in him. My relationship with God was so amazing before I experienced this that I couldn’t understand why he would want this for me. I continued to question everything that I had ever known that I didn’t know what to believe in

It took hours for the ambulance to get there. She had now been in the hospital for 2 weeks, but she had not woken up yet. As her twins, husband, family and friends waited for the news, most of them were still dealing with the fact that she could be dead in her early age of 38. One day while everyone was waiting the doctors came out and said that she stopped breathing and there was nothing they could do, she was dead. As everyone came to a sudden realization that she was really REALLY gone, her husband didn't want to except it. Finally, he excepted it and everyone was heartbroken at this loss. Lastly, I would like to thank everyone for coming here today to remember our beloved friend we have lost, but now we can say she is with her father, Jesus, and every member she has ever

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

Silence is often my best weapon when we are faced with critical conditions. Once again, I hung on to the promises of God and expected a miracle. God is so very faithful to His word, but at times I have to drawback to keep my faith ablaze. I pray as you read our story, it infuses you with faith and confidence in Christ. Regardless of the outcome, I know we are loved by God and He is in control.

Tyler and I were the closest in age, so when we lost Tommy we really leaned on each other to help each other cope. As kids we were best friends, so when I got that call informing me that my best friend had just been called home to God I didn’t know how to feel. I just kept insisting that it wasn’t real and I will never forget begging my dad to tell me it wasn’t real, even though I knew it was. I felt the only thing I could do was lay there on the floor and just beg God for both of them back. I didn’t, and still don’t understand why they were taken so early, but I know in my heart that they’re no longer suffering and at ease with

Kacy Briggs was kidnapped on march 3rd 2016. The day after there were signs printed with “MISSING”, and “UNKNOWN.” I wish I was there to help you, I wanted to be there and save you… but I couldn’t find you. But after all this time you were right under my nose. And I had no clue.Im ready for the truth to come out what about you Kacy. Oh and it’s Hailey, Hailey Briggs.

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

Death is an ending that everyone has to endure. I was in the concrete operations stage of cognitive development when I have had encountered my papa’s and uncle’s death. Unlike the story when listened to when the young boy was in the pre-operations, I fully understood the concept of death (Hill). When I was in 7th grade, I lost my papa in a week span of developing Emphyasema. When I was that age, I understood that my papa was sick and that his wishes were to never be on life support. My family followed his wishes. I remember there being our priest being there but I was not sure why he would be there since my papa did not believe in going to church. I noticed many relationships among my family change after my papa’s death. I remember seeing how

These experiences could very much so help you cope with the death of Julia. I know this is going to be hard for you since you are not religious but turning to religion in a crisis can really change the way you perceive life. I’m not telling you to attend church every Sunday or to read to bible front to back

The day of the funeral was crushing. I got dressed in my dress and got my hair braided. My family and I drove to the funeral home. I started crying as soon as I got out of the car. I walked into the place. Most of my family was already there. I could tell they had been/ were crying. Honestly I didn't want to believe this was happening. I wished that this was just a dream. The family stood up at the casket. I looked into the casket I looked at my mammy she looked beautiful. Memories flashed through my mind. I was forever gong to miss her I still do. People I didn't know were coming up to us saying how sorry they were. after a while we all sat down. The preacher was up at the podium saying how great mammy was. After the funeral we drove to the graveyard were it continued there. The preacher talked some

Up until this moment, this first encounter with my grandmother’s death , my relationship with God has never been this broken. It took me seventeen years to realize the linguistic persecution that my grandmother had felt for two. Once I finally did, my self-identity completely changed. Therefore the time when I challenged a belief was when the death of my grandmother occurred. I challenged this belief that goes by the name of “Christianity”.I chose to challenge Christianity, because the bible says christ takes you through nothing you can not handle , the sorrow was too much to bear I had little to no time to prepare for such catastrophic event that happened in the wink of an eye literally . When I got the news that my grandmother had passed

I thought to myself this can’t be real he is fine. I remember giving myself a hard time because I didn’t tell him goodbye at Rend Lake. After my dad told me the news I started bawling and my mom was talking to my dad about Daniel. I’m pretty sure he was going either to or from a friend’s house and his friend who was driving, saw something in the road and swerved into the lane next to her where a truck hit them, killing Daniel and his friend who was in the back seat on impact. The driver was taken to the hospital but is still alive. Then my dad talked to me about the funeral and he left. I remember how hard it was to go to his funeral and crying about his death for a while after he died. Even now sometimes it is still hard to accept. I still find myself wondering how differently my family’s and my own life would be if he were still here today.

It all happened in an instant, one second he was so alive and the next all the life had rushed out of him, leaving his body an empty shell. The woman next to me began to cry. I looked around and noticed people all around me were crying. Wet, heavy tears fell down their faces in mourning for people they never knew. I do not think ever felt as close to a group of strangers as in that moment.