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A’Breya Young
Ms.Wilson
Period 3
27 Feb 2019
Even a person with the heaviest heart of grief wouldn’t understand what I would do to hear his
voice when I first walk into a room, his jokes that would make me smile from ear to ear, and his
singing that would make the whole world stop and want to sing along in harmony. Why would
God take this unique, beautiful soul away from this Earth?; I’d think as I lay in my bed during a
sleepless night. I still ask this question today; however, I swallow the big pill of curiosity and
worship my Lord believing soon, only soon will I see my Uncle Kenny again in the Kingdom of
Paradise.
When I was 14 my Uncle Kenny passed away. I can still remember that night hearing the
phone ring and seeing the look on my father’s face. He wanted to hide the truth from my mom;
however, she could read him like a book. The next thing I knew, water swelled in her eyes and
all she could do was scream. Oh those screams just made my heart deflate like a balloon and all I
could do was cry. You may think that I was crying because of the death of my uncle. However, it
was more so seeing my mother in so much pain. I ran to my sister’s room to see her sitting
staring in space. “ Did you hear?” I asked. “Yes.” my sister responded in a quiet tone. I began to
say something else when we heard banging and my mother saying “why lord why !” “What is
my mother supposed to do? God WHY!”. Anger enveloped me. Why would God allow my
family to go through so much pain? We worshipped, obeyed and followed God’s word and what
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did we get in return, losing someone so close to our hearts. As these thoughts circled my mind, I
began to hear a prayer coming from my parents room. It was my father. When hearing this my
sister and I went into the room seeing my mother laying on the bed as my dad continued to pray
which calmed her down. I went on one side of my mother with my sister on the other and we just
hugged her. The last thing I remember is whispering in my mother’s ear “ We got you Mama and
Days passed by and my mother fell into a great deal of depression. Phones were ringing
all the time as my family began to plan my uncle’s funeral. When a date was set for his
driveway, my hand began to feel sweaty and my heart was racing at a 1000 mph. Just thinking
about seeing my Grandma made my heart just want to shrivel up. She just lost her son which I
can imagine was the hardest thing she had to go through. I knew I had to wear the mask of
happiness and paint on a smile for her sake. Soon after everyone arrived at my grandmother’s
house, we prayed together as the cars pulled up to take us to the church. While waiting to enter
the sanctuary, minutes felt like hours. The fact that my uncle passed away still didn’t settle in my
mind. Finally it was time for my family and I to view my uncle’s body one last time. As my
sister and I were walking hand in hand to the casket, it felt as my feet had chains with weights on
them. My body physically didn’t want to come to the realization that he was gone. “Just a few
more steps” I thought and the hard part is over. Just when I walked up to his casket my leg began
to shake and it felt like my body was shutting down. Just as my sister saw the look on my face,
she ushered me to my seat as we waited for the preacher to give his message to a broken family.
Toward the end of the service, my uncle’s close friend sang a song that will always be deep in
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my soul. The words that were coming from his mouth was fuel to start up my faith in Christ
again. “Give me Jesus, you can have all this world, but give me Jesus”.
After my family and I parted ways after the funeral, gatherings and conversations became
very minimal. Noticing this my grandmother would try to set up different events for my family
however, they never took place. I began to think the devil was feeding my family with stupidity.
My Uncle, their cousin, brother and friend just died and they still hadn’t learned about the gift of
life? Did they believe that death had a clock? If so what would it take for them to discover the
truth? Another life being taken away? I have to admit as time has gone by, some of my family
have began to talk to each other again however there will always be a missing piece to our puzzle
and for that I don’t know if there will ever be a happy ending to this story.
Score: 45/50
W.9-10.3. Write narratives to develop real or imagined experiences or events using effective technique, well-chosen details, and
well-structured event sequences.
Standard Exceptional (10-9) Proficient (8-7) Emerging (6-1) Not Evident (0)
3.a. Introduction - ❏ Effectively hook the ❏ Hook the reader with
Engage and orient the reader with a creative, a compelling hook
reader by setting out a original, and
compelling hook ❏ Effectively sets out a
problem, situation, or
problem, situation, or
observation, establishing ❏ Effectively sets out a observation
one or multiple point(s) problem, situation, or
of view, and introducing observation in a ❏ Establish an insightful
a narrator and/or compelling and/or point of view
characters; create a creative manner
smooth progression of ❏ Introduce a narrator,
❏ Establish an insightful, characters, setting,
experiences or events.
original, or creative and main idea
point of view
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❏ Introduce a complex
and/or creative
narrator, characters,
setting, and main idea
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