Post by nathanechiverri on Sept 4, 2015 5:36:35 GMT
Nathan Echiverri
Phil. 8
Professor Lane
2 September 2015
Upon my grandmother’s death, I was devastated. It was my first encounter with the fragility of life. Dealing with loss was foreign to me- I did not know how to cope. I was deeply depressed and constantly wishing I could have said more to my grandmother before she left this world. It was a tough time because this was during my senior year of high school, months before graduation. It was a time in my life where I was supposed to be strong, to understand what I wanted to do with my future, to have solid beliefs and aspirations. Not knowing if my grandmother was going to celebrate this new chapter of life with me was emotionally taxing. Losing her has taught me not to take people for granted because one day they will no longer be here. Every last conversation is meaningful in my eyes. I no longer rush through life- I take every moment in to its fullest extent.
After my cousin’s death the subsequent summer, I was devastated as well. It was way too soon for another family member to leave my side. It wasn’t that hard for me to accept that my grandmother because she was at the age 95. For my cousin in the other hand, she was 23- in my opinion is way too son for any human-being to leave the earth. Many people consider 23 as a young age to die and I agree. Growing up with anyone thinking that they will watch you succeed in life is hard to let go of, and I’m still learning to cope with that sadness. I didn’t know that my cousin would leave me so soon. When she was in the hospital I thought it she would be okay because every time she was in the hospital she would come out even stronger. One day I remembered when she was discharged and she need to learn how to walk again due to being in bed for countless days. She told herself that this would not stop her from pursing her future. Her determination has shaped me as a person. I learned the true value of life, and unlike other young people, I do not believe that I am invincible. When the day came I was heart broken. Not only did I lose my cousin, but also I lost my role model as well. Even though she is not here to witness my accomplishments I will continue to bring smiles on people who are close to me because that’s how big of an impact she has been to me.
This pattern of death in the people close to me has impacted my perspective greatly. I appreciate every second rather than dwelling on little mishaps I encounter. These events of chaos have helped mold me into who I am today, and I am proud.
Phil. 8
Professor Lane
2 September 2015
Finding Meaning Amidst Chaos
Human-beings do not live forever. This became apparent to me at the death of my cousin, Abby, and the death of my beloved grandmother. From their deaths I ironically learned the value of life, and gained a self-drive that constantly pushes me to be honorable and successful. My view of world has changed; I thought the world was like looking at fluffy clouds and imagining them as objects. No longer do I have that, for lack of better words, ignorance. My perspective of the world has been greatly altered by the horrific events that have happened in my life. Upon my grandmother’s death, I was devastated. It was my first encounter with the fragility of life. Dealing with loss was foreign to me- I did not know how to cope. I was deeply depressed and constantly wishing I could have said more to my grandmother before she left this world. It was a tough time because this was during my senior year of high school, months before graduation. It was a time in my life where I was supposed to be strong, to understand what I wanted to do with my future, to have solid beliefs and aspirations. Not knowing if my grandmother was going to celebrate this new chapter of life with me was emotionally taxing. Losing her has taught me not to take people for granted because one day they will no longer be here. Every last conversation is meaningful in my eyes. I no longer rush through life- I take every moment in to its fullest extent.
After my cousin’s death the subsequent summer, I was devastated as well. It was way too soon for another family member to leave my side. It wasn’t that hard for me to accept that my grandmother because she was at the age 95. For my cousin in the other hand, she was 23- in my opinion is way too son for any human-being to leave the earth. Many people consider 23 as a young age to die and I agree. Growing up with anyone thinking that they will watch you succeed in life is hard to let go of, and I’m still learning to cope with that sadness. I didn’t know that my cousin would leave me so soon. When she was in the hospital I thought it she would be okay because every time she was in the hospital she would come out even stronger. One day I remembered when she was discharged and she need to learn how to walk again due to being in bed for countless days. She told herself that this would not stop her from pursing her future. Her determination has shaped me as a person. I learned the true value of life, and unlike other young people, I do not believe that I am invincible. When the day came I was heart broken. Not only did I lose my cousin, but also I lost my role model as well. Even though she is not here to witness my accomplishments I will continue to bring smiles on people who are close to me because that’s how big of an impact she has been to me.
This pattern of death in the people close to me has impacted my perspective greatly. I appreciate every second rather than dwelling on little mishaps I encounter. These events of chaos have helped mold me into who I am today, and I am proud.