Summary Of Love Letters To The Dead By Laurel

In 2010 former President Obama awarded her with Presidential medal of freedom. She was a poet, singer, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies “I know why the caged birds sing, Gather

Aubrey’s mum turned up and told Aubrey that she didn’t come because some days are too hard

In Love Letters, Section 1, Megan Foss takes us back into her past as a heroin addict prostitute. She shares her story as a young woman living in the streets while boyfriend, Darryl in prison. Their relationship was inseparable, they had spent every moment possible together. During her free time, she wrote him letters on a tablet with yellow paper discussing everything her surroundings and public media. She never mailed any letters, due to it confirming the reality of him being gone. Therefore, she made herself believe that she was saving all her letters for when he would get back at night. In addition to the fear of judgement, she never stepped foot into a store to purchase a stamp to mail her letters. She felt denied by society around her

( )Near the end of the book in the last section called, “The Lives of the Dead,” Tim explains his first experience with death in the war and his very first experience with death in his life. When he was nine years old, his friend Linda died from a brain tumor. Tim O’Brien explains how recalling memories and telling stories are ways of coping and comforting in times of mourning, and how they help to heal the pain of the past. Although, he may never be able to have a future free of all of the memories of the things that he has endured through his time in the war, but the least he can do is try to carry on and live his best life while he has it. He also wants to spend his time passing down these memories and sharing them with the ones he loves.

In the article “Dead Girls and the Lives They Might Have Lived,” Leonard Pitts argues “struggle” is not only the price of freedom, but it is a debt we owe to those who struggled before us. Because 4 dead girls missed all fancy thing in the world and they got killed in a church which located at Birmingham. I think “struggle” is a debt we owe to the dead girls. According to Pitt, “Hearing it, you might not realize they died because terrorists planted a bomb beneath an exterior stairway of their church and it exploded while they were in the basement preparing for Sunday School. You might not realize that a chunk of concrete embedded itself in one child’s skull or that another child’s head was torn from her body” (1).He emphasizes how tragic the

Lori died on February 13, 2012 after a courageous battle with lung cancer. In her eulogy I recounted how, 24 years earlier, Lori had a brain aneurysm and was given less than a ten percent chance of survival. Lori not only survived the brain aneurysm but made a full recovery with the only side effect being a bit of short-term memory loss. Lori was given 24 more years on earth to impact those around her. She absolutely made the most of those 24 years. She raised a beautiful daughter, started a business, encouraged and loved many family and friends, and was a loving partner to her fiancé. Had she died 24 years ago she would have never touched the people she touched, myself included.

Her experiences has put great influences on readers who have read Harper Lee’s novel, To Kill a Mockingbird and can really educate them in a positive way but also kind of hard to gather all at

many songs and films. Judy Garland was a singer and actress who will be remembered for her

She is known for the incident that happen when she didn’t want to get up off the bus which caused a big scene not only on the bus but also a big impact on the world until this day. One person who did a eulogy speech was Oprah Winfrey for Rosa Parks back on

1) Marguerite feels that her looks are inadequate to meet the standard set by society, and has a low sense of self-worth; she repeatedly complains about aspects of her figure or clothing. She states that “the dress I war was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breath out shame.” This shows that she feels shameful in wearing the dress, which she hints might be a used dress; she also states that “It was old-lady-long too, but it didn’t hide my skinny legs,” showing that she does not feel satisfied with her stature and figure either. She most likely feels that because she is black, she is oppressed by and looked down upon by society, and that she intrinsically looks horrible because of her

“When Death Comes” is the poem that stands out to me because it talks about how when you die you don’t want to regret the things you could have done. You want to die happy knowing the things you did accomplish were for the right reasons, and no one can tell you different. There are three points that Mary Oliver touches on in this Poem that stand out to me. The first one is, No Regret, “When It’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real”. I like this quote because I believe nobody should regret the life they lived, If you have the opportunity to live and experience anything, then that alone is nothing to regret.

The sorrowful and unpredictable realization of denial and loss can slowly tear down even the strongest willed individuals. In the twisting tales of “A Rose for Emily” and “The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” the recurring theme of denial continuously reminds the reader that life is precious and to never take anything for granted. William Faulkner’s “A Rose for Emily” focuses on the life and death of Emily Grierson. Although the story begins with her death, the details of her life are revealed through several elements. Emily is ultimately “jilted” by the man she falls in love with, Homer Barron, and poisons him to ensure a lifelong commitment. A similar theme appears within Katherine Anne Porter’s “The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” Ellen Weatherall, is on her deathbed as the story begins. The narrator discusses Granny’s life and the struggles she faced in the past. As Granny lays upon her deathbed, she recalls all the things she has to do and all the chores she has left undone. She also remarks the element of surprise at the fact that death has come upon her. Not only do these two stories repeatedly use elements such as symbolism and foreshadowing the authors create a relatively similar theme that not only delivers a powerful message but is a timeless classic.

"Four women, taught by weal and woe To love and labor in their prime. Four sisters, parted for an hour, None lost, one only gone..." (365-366). Jo wrote these lines in a poem, after Beth died. This is the most significant struggle for Jo. Jo and Beth are the two middle sisters in the classic novel, Little Women (1869) written by Louisa May Alcott. This is a classic novel about an American family of four daughters, a father who is off at war and a mother who works for the food. Jo and Beth are best friends and Jo sets the example for Beth.

In Marilyn Friedman’s essay “Romantic Love and Personal Autonomy” she defines the ideal of love as: “A strong, complex emotion or feeling causing one both to appreciate, delight in, or crave the presence or possession of another and to please or promote the welfare of another” (taken from the Funk and Wagnalls’ Standard Dictionary of the English Language). Romantic love is a special subset of this, which has an additional erotic component. Friedman writes in the context of autonomy and gender roles of heterosexual relationships, but this fails to encompass the complete reality of modern romantic love. I take it that Friedman’s purpose in her essay is not to define love, but with such a narrow conceptualization her arguments on the loss of autonomy in romantic partnerships cannot hold outside of the scope of monogamous, heterosexual relationships. My purpose here is not to defend or refute the arguments of her paper; my purpose is to expand upon the ideal of a romantic love in such a way that it includes all romantic partnerships and does not involve a sacrifice of autonomy from any individual involved.

Suffocating from the fumes of grief, I could barely breathe. My hands quivered as I grasped for the slick bathroom counter only to hit the floor instead. Choking on hair soaked with salty tears, I gazed with my bloodshot eyes at the grimy floor drain speckled with rust. My hysterical mumbles uttered with a low, raspy voice echoed off the tiled walls, “Dead...she’s dead...she’s dead...dead.” I spoke these miserable words on a dismal Valentine’s day when my dear friend Brooklyn Kress slid off of a chair not to fall to the floor but to hang to her demise. Death became real, life became precious, and relationships became a priority after my confidant turned to ash.