I spent a whole summer without my best friend by my side. She was with me through thick and thin. After every school day she was there to greet me as I was getting off the school bus all the way up to the end of middle school. Every day I would wake up, get ready to go to school and go outside to tell her good morning, but on May 15, 2015 my best friend of 13 years was taken from me. It has been three and a half months since I have been able to talk to her and give her loving hugs. I miss being able to vent my darkest secrets to her without her telling me what to do about it and just sat there and listened. For weeks now my dad and I have been searching online and seeking in newspapers for puppies for sale. The end of summer is near and a puppy would be a huge responsibility for an eighth grader starting another school year. It is the morning of August 26 2015, I felt my phone buzz and looked down to see a text from my dad with pictures of the cutest little black puppies. The pictures on the page showed five, little black and white Australian shepherd and border collie mixed puppies. As soon as I showed the pictures to my mom, she looked at me and saw the excitement on my face. We called the number connected to the page with the puppies to make sure it would be okay if we came to look at them. Within 30 minutes we continued down a road following the GPS to a farmhouse in the small town of Cold Spring about 40 minutes away. The whole way to the farmhouse my leg rapidly
I was fifteen years old, the night before her death she calls all her friends on the phone with closes friends. The morning before she dies, she didn’t say word to me at all. I went to school like regular normal day laughing at my friend jokes and eating school breakfast. I went to class to class regular routine until I was in my last class science. My sister Stephine came in class crying telling me mom is in hospital.
We were best friends since first grade, or at least I was her best friend when she wanted me to be. I was always friends with her, but she would dump me in an instant for someone better as she always said, “you’re my bestie.” Every time I heard her say that last year I would go home and cry my eyes out of my mom. She signed up to do dodgeball with me and when I went to do it she didn’t want to anymore and left me. Finally I couldn’t take it any more so I sat at a different table at lunch and she TOLD me, not asked me, to come sit back with her. When I said that I could sit where I wanted she was so ticked at me.
Back when there was just one somebody to be waiting for me every day, I knew every time I went to school would be a happy day. All my hope was pushed on that one friend; happy if she was present, upset when not. This, of course, did not last. On the first day of school, one year, she left without a word. Like said in the poem: “Her early leaf’s a flower, but only so an hour.”
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
I never got that type of closure and had to deal with it while going through many other things as well. I regret being too busy to call her dailysince I have no recollection of what her last words were to me. I hold onto the memories I have with her from my childhood and try to preserve them while grieving through the loss. During her sickness and passing, I did not get to grieve her since I became the sole caretaker of the family while my mother was gone to India to see her one last time. My father was too busy with work and was also grieving, leaving me to go to my summer internship and then also making food, cleaning, and taking care of my brother.
Something challenging I had to face at a very young age was losing my best friend, after losing her I was never really me and I felt like part of me was missing and it was. Carolina Alavazo was my best friend, we were inseparable and when we were together we only created memorable memories. Weeks before Carolina was deported I had noticed she was not the same, she had told me she was sad to see her parents fight and scared all the time but at that time both of us we didn’t know why.
This time was very difficult in my life and another close friend was ill at the time as well. I was grieving heavily that one of dear friends was not in this realm anymore, I was very sad. Death for me have occurred only once with me through out my life until the a year removed from high school. The ones a I grown accustom to love didn 't even have a health status of life threatening. These times can be very difficult, even though now I some experience with it more than I use to and learning the through my experiences with situations like this.
Surprisingly, her pleas worked. Soon after posting the status updates, a local firefighter came forward and said that he recognized the puppy from the store 's Facebook post, and he knew who had taken
Her passing was a major loss because she was the only person that really loved me she taught me how to cook, we went fishing and we always attended church due to her spiritual beliefs in the lord. Foremost, she taught me how to pray and read the bible. Lastly, we took care of family member’s children and I took care of her in reality and the family member’s children at a young age. She needed me there because she was overweight and had a considerable health issues besides her heart.
On December 5th, 2011 a woman who loved me so much passed away, leaving me with a mountain to climb of depression and a event that would change everything that I knew and loved. When I was a young girl my grandma was my person, my rock, my everything, every time their was a problem I would go to her a she would help me through it. She really helped me when I was six and my parents informed me that they were going to get a divorced, at that age I didn’t understand why I thought that everything was great in our family. During this time my grandma took care of me greatly and made sure I was loved and cared for. I can remember every part of when she died.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
she yelled As soon as I heard that I went wild I was like a dog trying to bite his tail. I sprinted to my dad outside to tell him the news about a dog for sale. At first he was just staring at me like I was a zombie but then he sunk it in and told my mom if it was true she told him it was true and to go get the dog before someone else gets him. All of us kids were listening and all said together “PLEASE CAN WE GET HIM”
I didn’t think she would leave us so soon, but you know what they say life doesn’t always go as planned. I never got the chance to say goodbye, or tell her I loved her very much and that I was grateful for all that she had done for me, I never got to tell her what a inspiration she was to me, and I never got to hug one last time. It wasn’t far, I hated that I wasn’t there for her and I couldn’t do anything about it. I guess when people say that life isn’t far, they really mean
Most people will come across a person that they will become very close with and call them their best friend. Zach Martin is my best friend and there are many reason for that. He is a very trust worthy person, he is fun to be around, and he is like a brother to me at this point. Also, if I ever need help with something he will come to help me if he can. Zachary Alan Martin is 5’8” and weighs approximately 170 pounds.