Good essay.
Justine Glover
January 7, 2005
Writing, period 1
Death
Tears ran like faucets from each pair of young eyes as their classmate was laid to rest under a think mound of cold dirt. As they hugged each other not wanting to let go, afraid they might lose another friend. They ask themselves, why? For what reason did their loved one have to be ripped from their lives so quickly they didn’t even get to say, “I love you and good-bye.”
Thousands of babies are born each day; therefore thousands must pass away. In an ideal world, no one would have to grow old and die, no one would have to get sick and die, and no one would receive fatal injuries in freak accidents. Unfortunately the world’s living space can not conform to our wishes. There are just too many new comers for us to keep the not so new. “In with the new and out with the old,” a famous saying not generally used to describe life, but in reality it’s true. It must be understood that death is not meant to be a horrible situation, but those of us still living tend to get that feeling. However, if the living think of it as a way to relieve pain and suffrage, sometimes, we still feel the sorrow but somehow manage to believe that person is hopefully in a better place, without any pain and is no longer suffering.
When I was young, I was always happy. I had everyone and everything my heart desired. Consequently, I had very few reasons to cry, besides the occasional skinned knee or bumped head. Understandably, now that I am in my teenage years there are far more reasons to cry. For an example, one week after my seventeenth birthday, I received news that my friend, my classmate and my favorite comedian had been killed in a car accident. The first thing that ran through my mind was, why? Why the most caring, lovable person I had ever met? Why my cousins best friend since grade school?
Through many, many tears and talks with my good friends, as well as his, I came to realize that he was in pain. He was in a lot of pain; needless-to-say a body can only take so much pain before eventually it slows down and can no longer perform. His death hit me hard, but now that he’s in a better place I am no longer afraid to die and be with my friend again. In a place where Nicholas Joseph Jennings can be just what he used to be, my friend, my classmate, my favorite comedian.