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Memories of a personal event.

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Introduction

The door slammed shut. I wasn't sure what I was going to hear. To be honest, I wasn't really sure whether I wanted to either. A nearby shadow gradually transformed into my dad, who walked into the kitchen. Dad was holding his breath as if to try and prevent the three small words which would change my life forever. I stared at my dad. Many thoughts were spinning through my head and I began to feel dizzy. Dad spluttered out, "Stacey had died," with little sign of remorse. I couldn't believe what he had just told me, I was refusing to listen as I fell into the arms of my older brother and sister. At least they seemed to care for a whole five minutes, that my best friend had just passed away. I had never experienced a pain so intense as this before, hoped I would never had to again. This was unquestionably the worst moment of my life. Meeting Stacey was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Stacey brought many things into my life that I had been missing. ...read more.

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Stacey and I shared jokes, threw away monkey nuts and knocked on over 100 doors. After it was decided we should go home, we started our chocolate. Fireworks were being lit in my estate and were somewhat spectacular. I distinctively remember hugging Stacey and being ecstatic. It seemed as though life was perfect. The fireworks stopped. Stacey suffered from really bad asthma. I know many people suffer from asthma and the severity is wide-ranging. I also know it's very rare for someone to die from an attack. Medicines are readily available and in the 21st century, I wouldn't expect death as a consequence of asthma. Stacey's asthma prevented us from playing as much football as we would have liked. I never for one minute thought Stacey could ever suffer a fatal attack. I don't think many people think of the consequences of the illness until the reality is riveted home through a tragedy. The night before Stacey died, we both sat in her house discussing things as usual. I never once imagined that it would be the last time I would ever see her. ...read more.

Conclusion

I was on the verge of my thirteenth birthday, a day where I would be leading St Mirren out of the tunnel as match mascot. I had been looking forward to it for months. It had been deeply discussed between Stacey and me, and I wanted her to be able to share that day with me. It would have made it even more special. It wasn't the best time to lose someone so close to you. I was just trying to understand the teenage mind but Staceys' death left me feeling confused and angry. I had feelings of guilt and sorrow, inching myself away from everybody else who cared about me. I had already lost a best friend when I was eight, called Lindsay. Lindsay's' death has been traumatic as well intensified by the fact that she had died right infront of me. When Stacey had the asthma attack, I thought my luck would never change. It was a lot to deal with at this age and my feelings turned to hatred against those who had happy lives and those who had been unable to save Stacey. I was also scared that I would forget Stacey, and made a pact that I would do anything possible to prevent this. ...read more.

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