1. I could possibly write a commentary on the parking at UCF and the lack there of.
2. Another event I have noticed happens a lot around campus is students talking/texting on their cell phones while driving.
3. I don't fully understand why fraternities/sororities are such a big deal to some students.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Memoir - Final Draft
It was another Saturday afternoon in Dunedin, the sun was shining and the sky was clear, a perfect day for baseball. The stage was set for Americas greatest pastime to start and my grandma and I were attending.
The high pitched squeak of her light blue Oldsmobile echoed through the air as we pulled into a parking spot at Jack Russell Stadium. My grandmother and I both got out of the car all decked out in our Clearwater Phillie's gear. We both wore a red Phillie's shirt, but I liked to wear a hat too unlike my grandma who enjoyed having her dark brown perm uncovered. Once we had everything out of the car that we needed, we began our long journey across the parking lot. We trudged through ditches and across gravel roads until we arrived at the other side. When we reached the front gates at least three of the employees working the ticket both greeted her by her name. "Hello Jean", said one of the ladies working behind the counter. "Two Please", responded my grandma. As the woman handed us our tickets she let out a small smirk in my direction, probably just because she had seen me there with my grandma so many times before. We were what you would have liked to call the "usual's", since we were there at least once a week. After we got our tickets we made our way into the stadium. The smell of fresh hot dogs and popcorn filled the air as soon as we walked in. The players were beginning to take the field, so it was time for us to pick out our seats. We decided to sit right down the first base line, which happened to be our favorite spot. Not long after we had just been given the chance to sit down, we had to stand and remove our caps (or at least I did) for the National Anthem. Then the ceremonial first pitch was thrown by some local celebrity. Finally it was time for my favorite part. The umpire stood up from behind home plate and shouted "Play Ball!" The game was finally underway.
The away team was always up first, so the occasional “boo’s” were always shouted. But not by us of course, we both liked to show good sportsmanship. We never said anything bad towards the other team when they were at the plate. Don’t get me wrong though, once the Phillie’s came up to bat lets just say we were not the quietest fans in the crowd. We cheered for every player that would come up to bat, calling them by there full name. I guess it was kind of a way for us to connect with the team that we followed so meticulously. My grandma used to tell me that they could hear me out there, that all of my chants inspired each player. I know that was just her way of making me feel important to the team, but hey, she is my grandma that is her job.
So the game went by as usual, three up three down for both teams. The score was still zero to zero, a rather uneventful game so far. It was now the middle of the seventh inning, which meant the 7th inning stretch. Take me out to the ball game take me out to the…you know how it goes. This is also the time we usually went to go get some snacks. Hot dogs, cotton candy, and peanuts were foods that “normal” people got during the 7th inning stretch, but my grandma and I always wanted something different. I can’t recall why but something about going to these games always made us crave personal pan pizzas from Pizza Hut. There just happened to be one Pizza Hut vendor at the entire stadium, so we were always in luck. Seeing as this game was about midway through the season and we got two pizzas every game, the man behind the counter knew us pretty well by now. As soon as we walked over to the concession stand, the man turned his back and walked right over towards the food before we could even order. He grabbed two pizzas out from under the bright red heating lamps, both with the sticker labeled “fresh” on them. “A pepperoni for you Jean, and a cheese for the little guy.” said the older gentleman. “What do you say..?” whispered my grandma to me. “Thank you”, I replied. That’s just how my grandma was though, always making sure I was polite to everyone, even if it was to the pizza man at a ball game.
So back to our seats we went, pizza in one hand, empty baseball glove in the other. We found our seats just in time for the bottom of the seventh inning to start. The game seemed to pick up right where it left off before the break. No one was getting any hits for either team until it reached the ninth inning. The inning started off with the away team getting a home run, putting them in the lead one to zero. After the opposing team got three outs without scoring again, the Phillie’s came back up. Most people left the game before the bottom half of the inning even started, figuring that the game was pretty much over anyways. But true fans like my grandma and I stuck it out until the end every game. The first two batters struck out swinging, and we were left with one out. One of the Phillie‘s players actually got a single and kept the game alive. Then the last person anyone wished for to come up to bat with the game on the line came up to the plate. He was a skinny guy, about 5’7’’, relatively the size of my grandma. So lets just say he was the least likely candidate to pull a late inning heroic. To both of our surprise, with two outs and two strikes the little guy crushed the ball into left field. Gone! It was a walk-off home run! My grandma and I jumped up out of our seats and began cheering frantically for the little man who was now rounding first in his victory lap towards home.
After catching our breath and gathering our belongings, we decided it was time to head home. We left the game that day with a great feeling of accomplishment, like our cheers actually helped the team win their game. All we could think about for the entire trip home was the great game we had just witnessed. The car ride consisted of us reminiscing about the game and talking about how much fun we had together that whole day. Once we arrived back at my house I turned to my grandma before leaving and asked politely, “Can we do it again next week?” “Ill have your hat and glove ready for you.” she replied softly.
My once a week visit to the ballpark with my grandma gave me a great love for the game of baseball and all sports by teaching me the rules of the game, telling me past stories about the game, and showing me how to demonstrate good sportsmanship. We enjoyed many more Phillies games throughout the years, but none came close to having the excitement level that this one provided us with.
The high pitched squeak of her light blue Oldsmobile echoed through the air as we pulled into a parking spot at Jack Russell Stadium. My grandmother and I both got out of the car all decked out in our Clearwater Phillie's gear. We both wore a red Phillie's shirt, but I liked to wear a hat too unlike my grandma who enjoyed having her dark brown perm uncovered. Once we had everything out of the car that we needed, we began our long journey across the parking lot. We trudged through ditches and across gravel roads until we arrived at the other side. When we reached the front gates at least three of the employees working the ticket both greeted her by her name. "Hello Jean", said one of the ladies working behind the counter. "Two Please", responded my grandma. As the woman handed us our tickets she let out a small smirk in my direction, probably just because she had seen me there with my grandma so many times before. We were what you would have liked to call the "usual's", since we were there at least once a week. After we got our tickets we made our way into the stadium. The smell of fresh hot dogs and popcorn filled the air as soon as we walked in. The players were beginning to take the field, so it was time for us to pick out our seats. We decided to sit right down the first base line, which happened to be our favorite spot. Not long after we had just been given the chance to sit down, we had to stand and remove our caps (or at least I did) for the National Anthem. Then the ceremonial first pitch was thrown by some local celebrity. Finally it was time for my favorite part. The umpire stood up from behind home plate and shouted "Play Ball!" The game was finally underway.
The away team was always up first, so the occasional “boo’s” were always shouted. But not by us of course, we both liked to show good sportsmanship. We never said anything bad towards the other team when they were at the plate. Don’t get me wrong though, once the Phillie’s came up to bat lets just say we were not the quietest fans in the crowd. We cheered for every player that would come up to bat, calling them by there full name. I guess it was kind of a way for us to connect with the team that we followed so meticulously. My grandma used to tell me that they could hear me out there, that all of my chants inspired each player. I know that was just her way of making me feel important to the team, but hey, she is my grandma that is her job.
So the game went by as usual, three up three down for both teams. The score was still zero to zero, a rather uneventful game so far. It was now the middle of the seventh inning, which meant the 7th inning stretch. Take me out to the ball game take me out to the…you know how it goes. This is also the time we usually went to go get some snacks. Hot dogs, cotton candy, and peanuts were foods that “normal” people got during the 7th inning stretch, but my grandma and I always wanted something different. I can’t recall why but something about going to these games always made us crave personal pan pizzas from Pizza Hut. There just happened to be one Pizza Hut vendor at the entire stadium, so we were always in luck. Seeing as this game was about midway through the season and we got two pizzas every game, the man behind the counter knew us pretty well by now. As soon as we walked over to the concession stand, the man turned his back and walked right over towards the food before we could even order. He grabbed two pizzas out from under the bright red heating lamps, both with the sticker labeled “fresh” on them. “A pepperoni for you Jean, and a cheese for the little guy.” said the older gentleman. “What do you say..?” whispered my grandma to me. “Thank you”, I replied. That’s just how my grandma was though, always making sure I was polite to everyone, even if it was to the pizza man at a ball game.
So back to our seats we went, pizza in one hand, empty baseball glove in the other. We found our seats just in time for the bottom of the seventh inning to start. The game seemed to pick up right where it left off before the break. No one was getting any hits for either team until it reached the ninth inning. The inning started off with the away team getting a home run, putting them in the lead one to zero. After the opposing team got three outs without scoring again, the Phillie’s came back up. Most people left the game before the bottom half of the inning even started, figuring that the game was pretty much over anyways. But true fans like my grandma and I stuck it out until the end every game. The first two batters struck out swinging, and we were left with one out. One of the Phillie‘s players actually got a single and kept the game alive. Then the last person anyone wished for to come up to bat with the game on the line came up to the plate. He was a skinny guy, about 5’7’’, relatively the size of my grandma. So lets just say he was the least likely candidate to pull a late inning heroic. To both of our surprise, with two outs and two strikes the little guy crushed the ball into left field. Gone! It was a walk-off home run! My grandma and I jumped up out of our seats and began cheering frantically for the little man who was now rounding first in his victory lap towards home.
After catching our breath and gathering our belongings, we decided it was time to head home. We left the game that day with a great feeling of accomplishment, like our cheers actually helped the team win their game. All we could think about for the entire trip home was the great game we had just witnessed. The car ride consisted of us reminiscing about the game and talking about how much fun we had together that whole day. Once we arrived back at my house I turned to my grandma before leaving and asked politely, “Can we do it again next week?” “Ill have your hat and glove ready for you.” she replied softly.
My once a week visit to the ballpark with my grandma gave me a great love for the game of baseball and all sports by teaching me the rules of the game, telling me past stories about the game, and showing me how to demonstrate good sportsmanship. We enjoyed many more Phillies games throughout the years, but none came close to having the excitement level that this one provided us with.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Memoir Draft
It was another Saturday afternoon in Dunedin, the sun was shining and the sky was clear, a perfect day for baseball. The stage was set for Americas greatest pastime to start and my grandma and I were attending.
The high pitched squeak of her light blue Oldsmobile echoed through the air as we pulled into a parking spot at Jack Russell Stadium. My grandmother and I both got out of the car all decked out in our Clearwater Phillie's gear. We both wore a red Phillie's shirt, but I liked to wear a hat too unlike my grandma who enjoyed having her dark brown perm uncovered. I also brought my brown leather baseball glove to the games just incase a fly ball happened to come my way. Once we had everything out of the car that we needed, we began our long journey across the parking lot. We trudged through ditches and across gravel roads until we arrived at the other side. Once we reached the front gates at least three of the employees working the ticket both greeted her by her name. "Hello Jean", said one of the ladies working behind the counter. "Two Please", responded my grandma. As the woman handed us our tickets she let out a small smirk, probably just because she had seen us there so many times before. We were what you would have liked to call the "usual's", since we were there at least once a week. After we got into the park the smell of fresh hot dogs and popcorn filled the air. Seeing as they were a local team, seats were not too hard to come by. So we decided to sit right down the first base line, which happened to be our favorite spot. Not long after we had just been given the chance to sit down, we had to stand and remove our caps (or at least I did) for the National Anthem. Then the ceremonial first pitch was thrown by some local celebrity. Finally it was time for my favorite part. The umpire stood up from behind home plate and shouted "Play Ball!" The game was finally underway.
The away team was always up first, so the occasional “boo’s” were always shouted. But not by us of course, we both liked to show good sportsmanship. We never said anything bad towards the other team when they were at the plate. Don’t get me wrong though, once the Phillie’s came up to bat lets just say we were not the quietest fans in the crowd. We cheered for every player that would come up to bat, calling them by there full name as if we were on first name basis with them. I guess it was kind of a way for us to connect with the team that we followed so meticulously. My grandma used to tell me that they could hear me out there, that all of my chants were heard by each player. I know that was just her way of making me feel important, but hey, she is my grandma that is her job. So the game went by as usual, three up three down for both teams. The score was still zero to zero, a rather uneventful game so far besides the great catch made in center field earlier in the game. It was now the middle of the seventh inning, which meant the 7th inning stretch. Take me out to the ball game take me out to the…you know how it goes. This is also the time we usually went to go get some snacks. Hot dogs, cotton candy, and peanuts were foods that “normal” people got during the 7th inning stretch, but my grandma and I always wanted something different. I can’t recall why but something about going to these games always made us crave personal pan pizzas from Pizza Hut. There just happened to be one Pizza Hut vendor at the entire stadium, so we were always in luck. Seeing as this game was about midway through the season and we got two pizzas every game, the man behind the counter knew us pretty well by now. As soon as we walked over to the concession stand, the man turned his back and walked right over towards the food before we could even order. He grabbed two pizzas out from under the bright red heating lamps, both had the sticker labeled “fresh” on them. “A pepperoni for you Jean, and a cheese for the little guy.” said the older gentleman. “What do you say..?” whispered my grandma to me. “Thank you”, I replied. She always made sure I was polite to everyone, even if it was to the pizza man at a ball game. So back to our seats we went, pizza in one hand baseball glove in the other. We found our seats just in time for the bottom of the seventh inning to start. The game seemed to pick up right where it left off before the break. No one seemed to be getting any hits for either team. We were both growing rather tired by the time it reached the ninth inning. The inning started off with the opposing team getting a home run, putting them ahead by one. After they got three outs without scoring again, The Phillie’s came back up. Most people left the game before the inning even started figuring that the game was pretty much over. But true fans like my grandma and I stuck it out until the final out every game. The first two batters struck out swinging, and we were left with one out. One of the Phillie‘s players actually got a single and kept the game alive. Then the last person anyone wished for to come up to bat with the game on the line came up to the plate. He was a skinny guy, about 5’7’’, relatively the size of my grandma. So lets just say he was the least likely candidate to pull a late inning heroic. To both of our surprise, with two outs and two strikes the little guy crushed the ball into left field. Gone! It was a walk-off home run! My grandma jumped up out of her seat so fast that she dropped her last piece of pizza on the ground in the process. She didn’t care though. I soon followed in getting up and we both began cheering for the little man who was now rounding second. We left the game with that feeling of accomplishment, like we actually did something to help our team win the game. The car ride home consisted of us reminiscing about the great game we had just witnessed and talking about how much fun we had that day. Just before I got out of the car to run inside and tell everyone about the game, I turned to my grandma and said, “Can we do it again next week?” “I'll have your hat and glove ready for you.” she replied softly.
My once a week visit to the ballpark with my grandma gave me a great love for the game of baseball and all sports by teaching me the rules of the game, telling me past stories about the game, and showing me how to demonstrate good sportsmanship. We enjoyed many more Phillies games throughout the years, but not many games came close to having the excitement level that this one provided us with.
The high pitched squeak of her light blue Oldsmobile echoed through the air as we pulled into a parking spot at Jack Russell Stadium. My grandmother and I both got out of the car all decked out in our Clearwater Phillie's gear. We both wore a red Phillie's shirt, but I liked to wear a hat too unlike my grandma who enjoyed having her dark brown perm uncovered. I also brought my brown leather baseball glove to the games just incase a fly ball happened to come my way. Once we had everything out of the car that we needed, we began our long journey across the parking lot. We trudged through ditches and across gravel roads until we arrived at the other side. Once we reached the front gates at least three of the employees working the ticket both greeted her by her name. "Hello Jean", said one of the ladies working behind the counter. "Two Please", responded my grandma. As the woman handed us our tickets she let out a small smirk, probably just because she had seen us there so many times before. We were what you would have liked to call the "usual's", since we were there at least once a week. After we got into the park the smell of fresh hot dogs and popcorn filled the air. Seeing as they were a local team, seats were not too hard to come by. So we decided to sit right down the first base line, which happened to be our favorite spot. Not long after we had just been given the chance to sit down, we had to stand and remove our caps (or at least I did) for the National Anthem. Then the ceremonial first pitch was thrown by some local celebrity. Finally it was time for my favorite part. The umpire stood up from behind home plate and shouted "Play Ball!" The game was finally underway.
The away team was always up first, so the occasional “boo’s” were always shouted. But not by us of course, we both liked to show good sportsmanship. We never said anything bad towards the other team when they were at the plate. Don’t get me wrong though, once the Phillie’s came up to bat lets just say we were not the quietest fans in the crowd. We cheered for every player that would come up to bat, calling them by there full name as if we were on first name basis with them. I guess it was kind of a way for us to connect with the team that we followed so meticulously. My grandma used to tell me that they could hear me out there, that all of my chants were heard by each player. I know that was just her way of making me feel important, but hey, she is my grandma that is her job. So the game went by as usual, three up three down for both teams. The score was still zero to zero, a rather uneventful game so far besides the great catch made in center field earlier in the game. It was now the middle of the seventh inning, which meant the 7th inning stretch. Take me out to the ball game take me out to the…you know how it goes. This is also the time we usually went to go get some snacks. Hot dogs, cotton candy, and peanuts were foods that “normal” people got during the 7th inning stretch, but my grandma and I always wanted something different. I can’t recall why but something about going to these games always made us crave personal pan pizzas from Pizza Hut. There just happened to be one Pizza Hut vendor at the entire stadium, so we were always in luck. Seeing as this game was about midway through the season and we got two pizzas every game, the man behind the counter knew us pretty well by now. As soon as we walked over to the concession stand, the man turned his back and walked right over towards the food before we could even order. He grabbed two pizzas out from under the bright red heating lamps, both had the sticker labeled “fresh” on them. “A pepperoni for you Jean, and a cheese for the little guy.” said the older gentleman. “What do you say..?” whispered my grandma to me. “Thank you”, I replied. She always made sure I was polite to everyone, even if it was to the pizza man at a ball game. So back to our seats we went, pizza in one hand baseball glove in the other. We found our seats just in time for the bottom of the seventh inning to start. The game seemed to pick up right where it left off before the break. No one seemed to be getting any hits for either team. We were both growing rather tired by the time it reached the ninth inning. The inning started off with the opposing team getting a home run, putting them ahead by one. After they got three outs without scoring again, The Phillie’s came back up. Most people left the game before the inning even started figuring that the game was pretty much over. But true fans like my grandma and I stuck it out until the final out every game. The first two batters struck out swinging, and we were left with one out. One of the Phillie‘s players actually got a single and kept the game alive. Then the last person anyone wished for to come up to bat with the game on the line came up to the plate. He was a skinny guy, about 5’7’’, relatively the size of my grandma. So lets just say he was the least likely candidate to pull a late inning heroic. To both of our surprise, with two outs and two strikes the little guy crushed the ball into left field. Gone! It was a walk-off home run! My grandma jumped up out of her seat so fast that she dropped her last piece of pizza on the ground in the process. She didn’t care though. I soon followed in getting up and we both began cheering for the little man who was now rounding second. We left the game with that feeling of accomplishment, like we actually did something to help our team win the game. The car ride home consisted of us reminiscing about the great game we had just witnessed and talking about how much fun we had that day. Just before I got out of the car to run inside and tell everyone about the game, I turned to my grandma and said, “Can we do it again next week?” “I'll have your hat and glove ready for you.” she replied softly.
My once a week visit to the ballpark with my grandma gave me a great love for the game of baseball and all sports by teaching me the rules of the game, telling me past stories about the game, and showing me how to demonstrate good sportsmanship. We enjoyed many more Phillies games throughout the years, but not many games came close to having the excitement level that this one provided us with.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Memo
TO: MRS.MOODY
FROM: COLTON KELLER
DATE: 9/15/09
After having Seth evaluate my paper, I noticed many areas of my paper I could improve on. In my introduction I have good details he said, so I plan on extending those details throughout the rest of my memoir. He also liked my use of dialogue so I plan on using more of that in my memoir too. The one area he thought I should add to was about how I felt when I was at the game with my grandmother. So I will try to go back into the introduction and add some more emotional words about how I was feeling that day. Overall I like how I wrote the introduction so I will try to carry out those writing strategies throughout the rest of my paper.
The introduction went well but finishing the paper is far from done. I want to break up my paper into three sections. The first is about the baseball games I used to go to with her (the introduction). I am almost done with this part but I just need to add more details about the rest of the baseball game and how that day ended. After I am finished with that I want to write a section of the memoir about her passing. I want to describe where I was, how old I was, and how hurt I was when she passed away. My feelings in the aftermath of her death will support the first section of the memoir in showing how strong our relationship was. And finally I would like to end the memoir by describing how my life is today without her. I want to describe how she still has a great impact on me today, and how she still remains in my thoughts and prayers everyday even after she has been gone almost seven years.
FROM: COLTON KELLER
DATE: 9/15/09
After having Seth evaluate my paper, I noticed many areas of my paper I could improve on. In my introduction I have good details he said, so I plan on extending those details throughout the rest of my memoir. He also liked my use of dialogue so I plan on using more of that in my memoir too. The one area he thought I should add to was about how I felt when I was at the game with my grandmother. So I will try to go back into the introduction and add some more emotional words about how I was feeling that day. Overall I like how I wrote the introduction so I will try to carry out those writing strategies throughout the rest of my paper.
The introduction went well but finishing the paper is far from done. I want to break up my paper into three sections. The first is about the baseball games I used to go to with her (the introduction). I am almost done with this part but I just need to add more details about the rest of the baseball game and how that day ended. After I am finished with that I want to write a section of the memoir about her passing. I want to describe where I was, how old I was, and how hurt I was when she passed away. My feelings in the aftermath of her death will support the first section of the memoir in showing how strong our relationship was. And finally I would like to end the memoir by describing how my life is today without her. I want to describe how she still has a great impact on me today, and how she still remains in my thoughts and prayers everyday even after she has been gone almost seven years.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Introduction
It was another Saturday afternoon in Dunedin, the sun was shining and the sky was clear, a perfect day for baseball. The high pitched squeak of my grandmother's Oldsmobile echoed through the air as we pulled into a parking spot at Jack Russell Stadium. My grandma and I got out of the car all decked out in our Clearwater Phillie's gear. We both always wore a red Phillie's shirt, but I liked to wear a hat too unlike my grandma who enjoyed having her dark brown perm uncovered. Once we had everything out of the car that we needed, we began our long journey across the parking lot. Once we reached the front gates at least three of the employees working the ticket both greeted her by her name. "Hello Jean", said one of the ladies working behind the counter. "Two Please", responded my grandma. As the woman handed us our tickets she let out a small smirk probably just because she had seen us there so many times before. We were what you would have liked to call the "usual's", since we were there at least once a week. After we got into the park the smell of fresh hot dogs and popcorn filled the air. Seeing as they were a local team, seats were not too hard to come by. So we decided to sit right down the first base line, which happened to be our favorite spot. Not long after we had just been given the chance to sit down, we had to stand and remove our caps (or at least I did) for the National Anthem. Then the ceremonial first pitch was thrown by some local celebrity. Finally it was time for my favorite part. The umpire stood up from behind home plate and shouted "Play Ball!" The game was finally underway.
Intro to Memoir Ideas
I want to start off my memoir with a setting of where I was at with the person the memoir is about. If i do the one about losing my grandmother, I wanted to start off the story describing a Clearwater Phillies game because we went to those games almost every week together. If I do the memoir about my mom getting cancer, I would like to open it up with describing where I was when I found out the news, which was leaving my kindergarten class on my way to the car circle.
With the opening about my grandmother, I want to give the reader an idea about the relationship I had with her. I will describe how she spoiled me and how good she was to me. It will give the reader an idea of how close we were and how tragic it was for me to lose her. In the opening about my mom, I want to get across the point of how young I was and how shocking this news wasto my sisters and I. It shows how my life was dramatically changed in just an instant. It went from a regular school day to a tragic one in just a few minutes.
With the opening about my grandmother, I want to give the reader an idea about the relationship I had with her. I will describe how she spoiled me and how good she was to me. It will give the reader an idea of how close we were and how tragic it was for me to lose her. In the opening about my mom, I want to get across the point of how young I was and how shocking this news wasto my sisters and I. It shows how my life was dramatically changed in just an instant. It went from a regular school day to a tragic one in just a few minutes.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Brainstorming
My first possible idea i could use as my memoir would be about my parents getting divorced. It was a very big event that happened in my life. Something of this magnitude would be a good topic for my memoir because it happened so long ago and it still effects what i do and how i live today.
The second topic i was thinking of using was when my grandmother passed away. Most kids went to preschool when they were younger, but i went over to my grandmothers house. She was like my second mother and took care of me all the time. He passing was a very difficult time in my life and it still effects who I am today.
My final idea I thought of was writing a memoir of the time when we discovered my mom had cancer. It was one of the worst times in my life but looking back on the situation helps me realize that it has helped my family and I grow closer and stronger than ever before.
The second topic i was thinking of using was when my grandmother passed away. Most kids went to preschool when they were younger, but i went over to my grandmothers house. She was like my second mother and took care of me all the time. He passing was a very difficult time in my life and it still effects who I am today.
My final idea I thought of was writing a memoir of the time when we discovered my mom had cancer. It was one of the worst times in my life but looking back on the situation helps me realize that it has helped my family and I grow closer and stronger than ever before.
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