Narrative Essay About Losing Someone You Love Dearly

Beep… Beep… Beep… Tristian Stewart’s Memorial Medical Hospital was the epitome of thousands of those little sharp “beeps” piercing their victim’s ears when they walked through the white, floor-to-wall covered hallways. Each one, echoing louder and louder as if I were one of its ghostly-pale pr prisoners escaping. Only thing that separated me from them were their long, cascading blue gowns to my choice of a snug hoodie, jeans, and torn converse.

There are multiple stages of grief and healing.The stages have no order, so one person may not be at the same stage as another when dealing with the same situation. The same thing applies to the stages of healing. In the novel “Ordinary People” by Judith Guest, the Jarrett family, Conrad, Calvin, and Beth are all in different stages of grief due to the loss of Buck and other reasons varying from character to character.The two main characters Conrad and Calvin move from stages of grief to stages of healing by recognizing why their grieving. They move forward where as Beth does not. Conrad and Calvin move towards healing as they recognize the the reason why they’re grieving, by finding counsel that helps them to let go of grief and to find themselves,

I knew that the event that would affect my life and the lives of those around me was approaching. 9 months is more than enough time to truly digest what the arrival of new life would entail and yet I am only scratching the surface of my new role now that we are a year past that fateful 3rd of July.

Once we got there, we basically just spent a week with my grandmother, then the funeral. I would say that the hardest time I’ve ever cried was during my grandfather’s funeral. That week was one of the most emotional weeks of my life. I also learned a lot about my grandfather. A lot of his relatives like his cousins and siblings were at the funeral. Most of them I had never met before. I’ve learned a lot of lessons from that experience as well. The cause of my grandfather's death wasn’t ever

Death is something everyone experiences. For example, in many circumstances death is something that is not controllable. For instance, cancer is something that can be controlled if caught early enough, but can also quickly cause death. In Zusak’s novel, The Book Thief, death is shown through numerous characters who have died. Furthermore, various situations which lead to deaths of characters, shows death as a theme. Lastly, the numerous symbols in the novel prove death as a theme. An examination of characters, situations, and symbols, will prove that death is presented in many ways within the novel, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

I woke up the day before Thanksgiving wondering how we were going to get all the food done. I wanted this Thanksgiving to be the best Thanksgiving our family has ever had. I got up, went upstairs and my Grandpa was already cooking and my grandma was already cleaning, so I decided to just jump right in. At the end of the day, some of the food was already done, and some of it had a lot to go, but we all knew we had tomorrow too. "Tomorrow is going to be a great day" everybody thought. We all went to bed wondering how it's gunna turn out.

I was blessed enough to grow up with every single one of my family members being happy, healthy, and all just a short walk away. Every one of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins live in the same neighborhood as me. The only time I ever had to visit the hospital was when my grandmother got knee replacement surgery.

Ding! “Mom the timers done!” Anayelli rushes to the oven as if she was a Speedy Gonzalez. We all thought it would be a good idea to attack her because we wanted to get our bread fast. But since Anayelli thought differently then we all did, she decided it would be a good idea to smack our hands with a spatula. She cuts the bread and serves to all of us in a calmly manner exactly the way we didn’t want her to. Our whole family including her agreed that she would fail at working at a restaurant. I loved our family moments especially the ones that she got a chance to be in. I wish I valued those moments more when she was here. Then BOOM reality smacked me across the face and she still was truly very ill. Her face became pale as a ghost while her

Warm salty tears rolled down my melancholy face onto my black dress, as I spaced out at my white sandals my grandmother had bought me. The ten-year-old mindset was to gaze around the room at all the faces overtaken with grief, constantly asking myself "Why do bad things happen to good people?" As a child not knowing the answer to this question was hard to understand the point of this lesson in life that has been thrown at me. Not able to bring my grandmother back to life was absolutely painful to watch as she was lowered into her grave. In 1996, my grandmother, Teresa was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she took her last breath April 30th, 2010.

My uncle Tommy Reece was buried Wednesday surrounded by family and friends. A funeral is a time for reflection and respect and following the body to the grave brings closure, so I’ve heard. With that said, I have yet to attend a visitation or go to a funeral that there wasn’t something strange to occur. Strange in a funny way, haphazard way, or an eerie way.

As human beings, we suffer losses of many kinds and sizes in our life time. While some of these losses are small and do not hurt much, some are big and hurt deeply. Those that are accompanied by pains that are difficult to bear include the loss of a loved one through death or divorce, cheating or unfaithfulness in a trusted relationship or loss of good health when a diagnosis of a terminal illness is made. In all these instances of loss, pain and grief are experienced and an emotional wound is created which needs healing.

What would you do if a parent, a friend, spouse, child – anyone you truly love – died? I’m assuming, sense you loved them, that you would be sad. You might cry, maybe be in remorse wondering if it was your fault, or maybe you would be emotionless; lost, without words to even express… anything. Regardless of what you’re feeling, I know for a fact that you would go to their funeral. Why would you go though? To see them one last time; maybe to simply pay respects to the family. Though, the reason you are there is not exactly paramount. What is thought is that you are there.

Broken heart hurts your feeling. Nobody associates broken heart with happiness. Likewise, I felt terribly sad when I had my heart broken. I remember it felt so disastrous for me that I almost couldn 't do anything for one month. However, as time passed by, I began to think about what lesson I could learn from it. It is no use crying over spilt milk, but if you don 't even try to avoid spilling milk from next time, it is more meaningless. It was not a pleasant process, but actually I found that I gained something through thinking deeply.

Have you ever tried of loving someone so much but chose to let that person go? I think that’s the perfect question for me to say “Absolutely yes!” I used to love someone so much that is long distance to me and to the extent that he means the world to me. Exaggerated, right? I usually don’t want a long distance relationship but because of him I didn’t mind. That feeling when every time I pray to God, the first thing that I will say is “Lord, thank you for giving Him to me. I am so happy that I have him in my life.” I felt so happy and I thought that we will last forever. I used to think that love comes only to the right person, that what you feel for the person is so unique and you will never feel that feeling to another

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