Question by Mrs. Ronnie Radke♥ ♥ ♥: Need your opinion! please answer (10 pts.)?
Please let me know what you think of my essay for a scholarship I am applying for. I promise it is worth reading. Im not finished yet. Let me know what you think!
Every day is a struggle to live a similar life that I once had. Thirteen months ago, on April 27, 2008, I received news that changed my life forever. My mother approached me and spoke the words that I least anticipated, “Samantha, daddy is dead.” Confusion with a sense of disbelief made me reiterate the scene. How did this happen? Why would god take my father? Will he ever come back? My father had departed overnight and there was nothing I could do to save him. Nobody knew what had caused his death. All we understood was dad did not have a pulse. Dad was not breathing. Dad was dead.
Growing up, I had a magnificent and luminous childhood, one that most children would dream for. I had everything; wonderful parents who put their lives first to make their children safe and happy, compassionate family and friends, a lovely house in a good environment, and most importantly, everyone was hale and hearty. My parents did all they could to please my brother and me; however, they also enforced self-discipline to ensure a bright future. Both my mother and father emphasized the importance of school and maintaining health. While I played on a travel soccer team, I was consistently encouraged to maintain honor roll grades in one of the country’s most rigorous elementary schools. Though it was educationally tough, my parents stuck to their word and helped me get the work done. Whenever there was a problem, they would be there to fix it.
As time passed, the superior life I once had started going downhill. On September 23, 2007, my great-grandmother, Stella Manaker, passed away. A few months later, my grandmother, Arlene “Ollie” Manaker, died from complications of dementia. Their deaths effected my life but not as significant as my father’s passing. The elderly are anticipated to die, not the young. When put side by side, a grandparent’s death is a radically different spectrum compared to a death of a young or middle aged person. For the elderly, there is time to prepare and accept death is near. Older people have lived life to the fullest and some consider, death can offer more than what life can. In my father’s situation, there was no time to prepare, neither say goodbye. He was not ready to leave, yet for some reason, God decided it was his time to go.
About three weeks after my father’s death, the pathology department had finalized the cause of death. My father had suffered from a massive myocardial infarction as a result of atherosclerosis. Atherosclerosis is the hardening of arteries, specifically due to atheromatous plaque, such as LDL cholesterol. Several underlying factors, such as cirrhosis of the liver, stress from work, sleep apnea, and family genetics, caused this condition. Simple changes to his daily habits or seeking a Vascular Surgeon could have saved my father’s life. Despite the effects that my father’s death brought upon my family, I have learned many new…….
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Answer by Zoe
that is really long and sad :{
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