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Personal Narrative: Where To Go By Melissa K Moriarty

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The room was silent with all eyes on me. My warm tears streamed down my face like an endless river. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest as I said my last goodbyes. I will always remember this day, for it was the funeral for my step father. While his death is the reason I am who I am today, and I couldn’t be more thankful to have had him in my life. It was up to me to carry this grief on my shoulders. “Grief is really just love with nowhere to go,” this is a quote by Melissa K Moriarty. Going through a death can be tough, especially when you're use to their presence everyday. This helped shape me into the selfless person I am today. My Sunday mornings use to consist of waking up to a croaky voice from my step dad. I would

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