Post by endurancefan121 on Jun 9, 2009 15:47:34 GMT -5
What has been some of the hardest moments in your life?
If your the tie breaker in your friends fight
Somebody knows a secret about you you don't want anybody to know especially that person
Your friends don't like each other and fight over you
Your friend is perfect and your not
One of your friends ditched you and ur group for the populars
A friend acts mad at you and won't tell you what you did or why
Youve or someone else ended a friendship
You went to a funreal and saw the casket open cause sometimes thats tough to see
You or someone you are close to is moving far away
a family member died
A rumor was spread about you
You were blamed for doing something you never did like spreading a bad rumor, beating someone up, cheating, lying, stealing, cussing, dissing, threatening, ECT
I will tell you one of my hardest moments.
It has to do with the one at the funreal. My dads friends dad died and since my dad was the friend to the son of the person who died he knew him. Not close buddies but enough to come to his funreal. and since my dad is friends with his son I have know him not enough to remember him cause I was little but my dad said he was there sometimes when we came over. Reading the Memos about him he seemed like a good guy. So I was staring down at the floor and walking. I could still see but then I came up to the casket. I didn't excatly completly realize it was the casket cause colored dots were bouncing around from lookin up at the light thing on cieling forgot name before looking at the floor. So I had to look complety at to see what it was. I realized it was the Casket and I couldn't stop looking at the golden carvings on the edges and then I skimmed up and saw the dad. Lying their peacefuly. it was awful to see. I just stared unable to move my eyes from the pale sleeping face. I knew he wasn't really sleeping. I finally moved away started crying. One cause it was hard to see the dead body and 2 I realized that was going to be my parents, grandparents that are still alive, and aunts and uncle in a casket somedays. and someday even me...Not many people think of themselves in caskets. But sometimes I picture myself at my funreal when I die. Sometimes its hard to realize one day your not going to be on earth but under it as a skeleton in a beatiful coffin. We may not know what heaven completly looks like when were alive but I wanna go there. So live ur life they way you want too. Now how you need to or are wanted too because so many people have to live life not able to have freedom or dreams completed. and when you are dying and look back at ur memories and realize maybe you wish you never did or said that and find hidden regrets that you only see near death as you look back at life ur not going to be able to fix it because its over. So just be happy and don't let small stuff get you down.
Another hard moment of mine was last year in April. I was going to visit my grandpa from the hospital. I was supposed to go to my club so my dad could pick me up after school and take me there. If anything were to happen I was to come home from school. I got a phone call saying don't go to the club come home on the last hour of school as everyone was getting their book back. I knew what it mostly meant but I didn't want to think about it. My mom ended up picking me up when the bell rang and she stared ahead. But her eyes looked sad. I couldn't help but cry as we drove though the streets. I was also scared for my mom cause what if she crys and the tears fog her visions while she is driving? I didn't think about that it was mostly for my grandpa but that thought creeped in my mind. I pushed it away though I had much bigger problems then loosing control of the car. My grandpa could be dead thats what it was.
When I got home I cried into my pillow. My dad finally got home from the hospital and told us he died while crying. He just lost his father, and I lost my grandpa. It was so hard I couldn't stop crying. He never had a funreal because he donated his body to the hospital so they can see if they can find a cure for the diasese he had which was currently uncureable. They gave him medicine to stop the pain and some operations here and there but it never tottaly went away. I never got to say "I love you your one of the best grandpas ever thank you for being there" or anything like that. I never got to hug or kiss him on the cheek goodbye, I never got to go anything. and now hes gone and I never will be able too. My other grandpa died when I was five. He was in Coma so nobody not even grandpa got to say goodbye to him. It was Easter and my dad said I remeber his exact words..."Okay sweety we are going to have easter with papa watching over us" Since I was little I didn't really understand it. so it took me about 5 minutes before I totally understood what it meant. when I finally understood I started crying in my stuffed bunny and Minnie mouse blanket (hey I was FIVE and I think I still have that blanket somewere in the basement with my old stuff it was a gift from one of my grandpas that died im never giving it away!) My family comforted me and each other. It was one of the worst easters ever. It wasn't the same with one less person.
If your the tie breaker in your friends fight
Somebody knows a secret about you you don't want anybody to know especially that person
Your friends don't like each other and fight over you
Your friend is perfect and your not
One of your friends ditched you and ur group for the populars
A friend acts mad at you and won't tell you what you did or why
Youve or someone else ended a friendship
You went to a funreal and saw the casket open cause sometimes thats tough to see
You or someone you are close to is moving far away
a family member died
A rumor was spread about you
You were blamed for doing something you never did like spreading a bad rumor, beating someone up, cheating, lying, stealing, cussing, dissing, threatening, ECT
I will tell you one of my hardest moments.
It has to do with the one at the funreal. My dads friends dad died and since my dad was the friend to the son of the person who died he knew him. Not close buddies but enough to come to his funreal. and since my dad is friends with his son I have know him not enough to remember him cause I was little but my dad said he was there sometimes when we came over. Reading the Memos about him he seemed like a good guy. So I was staring down at the floor and walking. I could still see but then I came up to the casket. I didn't excatly completly realize it was the casket cause colored dots were bouncing around from lookin up at the light thing on cieling forgot name before looking at the floor. So I had to look complety at to see what it was. I realized it was the Casket and I couldn't stop looking at the golden carvings on the edges and then I skimmed up and saw the dad. Lying their peacefuly. it was awful to see. I just stared unable to move my eyes from the pale sleeping face. I knew he wasn't really sleeping. I finally moved away started crying. One cause it was hard to see the dead body and 2 I realized that was going to be my parents, grandparents that are still alive, and aunts and uncle in a casket somedays. and someday even me...Not many people think of themselves in caskets. But sometimes I picture myself at my funreal when I die. Sometimes its hard to realize one day your not going to be on earth but under it as a skeleton in a beatiful coffin. We may not know what heaven completly looks like when were alive but I wanna go there. So live ur life they way you want too. Now how you need to or are wanted too because so many people have to live life not able to have freedom or dreams completed. and when you are dying and look back at ur memories and realize maybe you wish you never did or said that and find hidden regrets that you only see near death as you look back at life ur not going to be able to fix it because its over. So just be happy and don't let small stuff get you down.
Another hard moment of mine was last year in April. I was going to visit my grandpa from the hospital. I was supposed to go to my club so my dad could pick me up after school and take me there. If anything were to happen I was to come home from school. I got a phone call saying don't go to the club come home on the last hour of school as everyone was getting their book back. I knew what it mostly meant but I didn't want to think about it. My mom ended up picking me up when the bell rang and she stared ahead. But her eyes looked sad. I couldn't help but cry as we drove though the streets. I was also scared for my mom cause what if she crys and the tears fog her visions while she is driving? I didn't think about that it was mostly for my grandpa but that thought creeped in my mind. I pushed it away though I had much bigger problems then loosing control of the car. My grandpa could be dead thats what it was.
When I got home I cried into my pillow. My dad finally got home from the hospital and told us he died while crying. He just lost his father, and I lost my grandpa. It was so hard I couldn't stop crying. He never had a funreal because he donated his body to the hospital so they can see if they can find a cure for the diasese he had which was currently uncureable. They gave him medicine to stop the pain and some operations here and there but it never tottaly went away. I never got to say "I love you your one of the best grandpas ever thank you for being there" or anything like that. I never got to hug or kiss him on the cheek goodbye, I never got to go anything. and now hes gone and I never will be able too. My other grandpa died when I was five. He was in Coma so nobody not even grandpa got to say goodbye to him. It was Easter and my dad said I remeber his exact words..."Okay sweety we are going to have easter with papa watching over us" Since I was little I didn't really understand it. so it took me about 5 minutes before I totally understood what it meant. when I finally understood I started crying in my stuffed bunny and Minnie mouse blanket (hey I was FIVE and I think I still have that blanket somewere in the basement with my old stuff it was a gift from one of my grandpas that died im never giving it away!) My family comforted me and each other. It was one of the worst easters ever. It wasn't the same with one less person.
