Personal Narrative: Grammy's Funeral

When I gave children their gifts, I immediately their faces light up and smiles appear. I realized how something as small as this can have a profound impact on someone's life. This event was a very uplifting and meaningful experience,

He spoke with joy, remembering her and the person she was. Each one of us joined in, slowly rising from our seats, also sharing memories of my grandmother, their mother, his sister, her friend. Tender tears rolled off our cheeks and small smiles stretched across our

That really spoke out to me and made me believe I could do something, and that I was going to go somewhere in life. I am still very thankful that my friend took time to have a conversation with me about that, because if not I would probably still be trying to fixate my problems and

My father and I visited my uncle’s grave recently and my father told me that without me, he would still most likely be depressed about his brother. He said that even though it hurts knowing he can’t be with us anymore, he’s glad to have a son that makes him smile and laugh constantly. He told me that I was the light of his life and to never stop making people smile. He thanked me for helping him get through that rough patch in his life and with the big move to Rancho. I never felt so good in my life and discovered that making people laugh was what I was born to do.

The sky is covered in a black blanket with shiny holes in it. It is 4 in the morning. I flop out of bed and waddle outside and into the car. There are two chairs for three people. I have a bed to sleep on while my dad drives and my mom sits on the other chair.

In these past two weeks, I managed to let someone change into my lane, made a fabulous ice cream cake, and have been volunteering help to finish my school yearbook. These are little things that can make a difference. “In the end, nothing we do or say in this lifetime will matter as much as the way we have loved one another. ” We will always remember the things people do for us at some time or another.

When my mother's dad passed away from a brain aneurysm it was very hard on her. She was very close with her father, and she loved him very much. She became lost, and slightly out of it for a few weeks it was a sad time ,and tough time for my family we were devastated. When this tragedy occurred in my family my mother flew to new york where he lived for the funeral, and so did the rest of the family. I realized then that no matter how busy the family was, when this happened we came together to console one another.

Since I was young, I have been passionate about lending a hand, to a person I felt needed support and this passion helped shape what my future may hold. An event happened that has been instrumental in developing my character and guiding my choices ever since. It was a late summer night and it was almost midnight when my soccer game ended, After the game, I ran into the washroom because I was dying to ease myself. I took an excessive time and missed my ride home; they must have thought I had another ride home. My situation made me become bewildered at what to do next then, I thought to myself on giving my mother a call.

I believe the greatest one is the Jazz funeral because this isn’t a boring funeral, like most funerals are just burying the body this one actually more fun and unique then all the other ones and I’m pretty sure everyone is probably doing this one since the jazz funeral is the best one. It’s unique and enjoyable because a jazz marching band leads the coffin and everyone else, while playing gloomy music, but when they finish burying the coffin, they play cheerful upbeat music and everyone even starts dancing, they all dance and share stories of their dead loved one. I like this one and everyone should too because even though this is not as weird as some other ones, it’s not that lame or boring, it’s pretty calm.

When I was little about 4or 5 year ago I had lost the closest uncle in my life. I felt broken inside and wanted to cry my eyes out. I could not believe he was gone out of our lives into a new world, he was a brother an uncle and the world to my family. But as I saw mom by his side crying, I knew that moment I had to push aside my feelings and show my mom I was strong in her eyes. At that moment I knew that I had to be considerate to my mom as she cried because I did not want to show a weaker side of me, but to let her know i’m strong enough not to cry by casting my feelings behind me.

The last of my emotions were compassion and motivation. I was motivated to be compassionate for the patient and his family. Upon entering the patient’s room I finally understood my place and part of how to care for this patient. This hospice clinical will affect me for years to come, it taught me how to show compassion even when I am scared for the patient. It taught me that just because my patient is dying, or is very much near death, doesn’t mean that they are unaware of their condition.

The last time I saw her was at the hospital when I walked into the room to see her I knew in my own way that she was ready to go; this did not mean I

I was not able to attend my own father’s funeral, because I was multiple states away, still fighting for our freedom. I felt terrible that I could not make it, as he was the man you influenced me to come to war. He inspired me to fight for our country, just as he did when he turned 18. I am going through everything that he had gone through; watching death on a daily basis, no sleep or a short amount, training on long, hot days, everything. But the thought of making my dad proud was a feeling I would have forever.

In the last moments of her life, the grandmother was a good woman, she showed compassion and care in a time of danger and

In Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s 1981 novella Chronicle of a Death Foretold, the narrative recounts the events leading up to the eventual murder of bachelor Santiago Nasar, a man accused of taking the virginity of the defrocked bride Angela Vicario despite the lack of evidence to prove the claim, and the reactions of the citizens who knew of the arrangement to sacrifice Nasar for the sake of honor. This highly intricate novella incorporates a range of literary techniques, all of which are for the readers to determine who is really to blame for Santiago Nasar’s death. Marquez uses techniques such as foreshadowing and the structure of narrative, along with themes such as violence, religion, and guilt to address the question of blame. Although Santiago