The Death of My Best Friend Essay
[2023-12-06 21:58:18]
I remember the old words that my mother used to say "Please do not say forever". is it true? I do not think it is true until something happened until I changed my life until today. When I grow up, I am very cold. I guess that was not that tough girl, a man who always cries after a nail break, or who wears her heart on her sleeve. I will always leave things to myself and someone will see me crying. Most people think that I am not a human being. I am not accustomed to crying, but I do not know whether there is an example that I can shed the sea.
I think all the funerals I participated in are only dry eye. My uncle 's funeral, my father' s funeral, most people 's funeral, I am just ... more
I remember it was like yesterday. It was a beautiful summer day on 6th July. Summer is not very hot, but the weather on that day is sunny. On the concrete floor I walked, the sun was shining brightly. I am on the job of taking a bus. It was a long job, but for some reason it felt very short on that day. I feel very good about this special day. I got off the bus, I was very good, my knees began to bleed. I just took off it and went to work. A woman told me I would cry if she collapsed. I said, do not cry. She did not know me at all. Then I waited for the next bus and began to read my English 101 class articles. This is an article designated as "King Curtis's Echo" by Max Thayer. He talked about what kind of confrontation caused him to experience some anger that he did not know about his heart. He usually minds himself, but he decided to continue the discussion that can be prevented this time. He saw what he did not know in his body. This reminds me of the events in front of me. When I fell, I had many injuries, but I had no tears. I can not recall the time I used to cry for something. In that sense, when I talk about crying, I disagree with Max Sayer. I am active, I never experienced the experience of crying; I am indifferent to bones.
After my mother passed away in a few years, my girlfriend and I broke up. Years later, she is my best friend. I love her in a way she can not express. After we left, I found myself falling in love with a man. Finally, I married him. He is a nice guy, I love him deeply. We have been married for nearly 20 years, and we are still very good. In the midst of these changes, I started to realize that I needed God no matter what I thought about the church. I began to feel my way through building relationships with God, and this relationship does not depend on others who explain God to me. My eyes are open. I found God behind the forest, and I sat quietly and heard that the trees are talking in the wind. I found God in the dignity of the grass along the highway I traveled. I found God in love and affection that my friends had given me.
Before we became a couple, we were friends for almost ten years. We became a couple, she is my best friend and we died at the age of 28. At the moment of his death, when the monitor was straight, I held his hand on my left and she was on my right. We do not know what they are going to do from now. After that we got married for 21 years, of whom nearly 17 got married. Today we are in a beautiful divorce. Due to its nature, we become a little sad. The phrase "consciously separated" is trivial as it is beaten. of
When John gave birth to a child, my best friend Sarah came. She tried to cheer me up knowing I had a tough time. Since college, we are best friends and have experienced this with the help of each other. Marriage, divorce, death, and of course our children grew up as single mothers. Since divorce, we have gathered a lot; we watch movies, chat and cook together. It can not change my feelings, but I try to make her happy looking very much that I am appreciating her by expressing her a happy face. After all, when she raised me she left her child to the nanny. When we are together, the face of my happiness is increasing more and more. I appreciate her efforts, but that does