If I -Welcome back to blog post #6. Here in the post we were asked to create a Counterfactual Memoir post to my previous assignment in blog post #5. This blog post will mostly remark on the "what if 's" of my previous post and what would have been different if these events didn't occur, an alternative ending . So below I have provide links that I read to help me recreate my post . Please feel free to read the post and links as well.
On that hot summer day back in July of 2017, I always wonder what would be different if he hadn't gone to pick up the herion that day. I replay this day in my head all the time 'What if" I went over there like I said I was going to , would he still be here today. I think about this day often, if my brother hadn't gone to pick up his drugs, he didn't leave my nephew alone for 2 hours what would be different today. I always ask myself these questions. Would he still be doing what he did? Would he be a different person. We he be the brother I know he would have been and the best damn dad to his boys. If I had pushed him to do better, would he still be here today. One thing I do see that would be different, is that I would have helped him to get better. I would have pushed him to become the person I know he could have been. We would be able to do what we always wanted to do with the our boys. Everything would be different , I always thought to myself if I pushed him to do better , or got him the help he needed then he would still be here today. I just re-think back to that day, if he hadn't overdosed, or what was going through his mind at the time. Why didn't he reach out, I know he thought the he had nobody on his side but I would have told him you have a little sister who cares about you dearly, who wants you to do good. What your doing is not only hurting us but your kids as well. I just wish he would of done differently but I can't be selfish about it. If he was here today I know everything would be completely different my mom wouldn't be the way she is. None of us would be hurting the way we are. I just wish he would of thought about what he was doing. If that day hadn't happened we still be going to Disney world this year with the boys like we planned. If that day was any different than what had happened. I would tell my brother I would be here for him no matter what, and that I love him, and I just wish he would of done better for himself and for his children. But no matter what outcome came out of that day , it's how you push forward , that's what really matter. I had to stop beating myself up of what had occurred, it wasn't my fault, I had to be strong and be brave for his boys as well as my own. Life is how you make the best of it, knowing the results are difficult , you learn to push forward and live with it because that's all you really can do.
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Hello everyone and welcome back to blog post #5. In this post for my English Composition 100 class we were to read My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) and Hills Like White Elephants for insight and to create an emotional scene with Dialogue and symbolism. My story tells of the time I almost gave up after what had occurred in my life It was hard for me even to tell this story I was crying the whole time it felt like I was reliving all over again. For more insight on my scene please feel free to read my blog post.
It was a sunny summer day July 26th, 2017. It was just like any other day I was waking up getting ready for work and my son ready for school little did I know what was about to go on . I was rushing around getting things ready and then I just here talking a sobbing down stairs. I just payed it no mind and went on with what I was doing. I had a weird feeling that something wasn't right. My boyfriend yells "Hun could you come down her for a sec your Mother's her" I replied "My Mother's here for what " My mother then answered "Meghan can you please come down as she was crying" I had no idea what was going on or why she was crying. I came down stairs all ready for work as she is a mess crying I didn't know what she was about to say to me. I said to her "Mom is everything okay?" She replied "Meghan he's gone he's gone" I said "Whos gone mom what do you mean?" She then replied trying to get the words out "Your brother he's dead" I dropped to my knees, on my dining room floor crying my eyes out. I didn't know what to say or feel my body was so numb I was shaking, panicing and felt like I was going to throw up. My brother was a Heroin addict but fentanyl is what it was laced with. I watched him everyday throw his life away for this drug, this epidemic that our world is facing my family had to face the tragedy of losing my brother. I cried everyday begging him to get the help he needs to stop what he was doing that it would only get worse. He didn't care what he was doing or who it would affect he was in deep in too deep he didn't care about anything. All he cared about was how he was going to get high that day. I tried all I could to help, but I knew I could of done more. My heart felt like it was ripped out from inside me. I couldn't bare the news my mom was telling. I was speechless I just wanted to give up we had so many plans together. I wanted to give because I felt like I could of done more for him, I should have took him to get help. I never thought in my life that this would have happened. I felt hopeless, but I knew that I had to go on. The hardest part of this all was helping my mother plan her sons funeral yet my brother's none of this was suppose to happen he was suppose to get help and try and get better. I should of been there for him, and pushed him to do better, I beat myself up everyday because of it. If I was there for him no of this would of ever happened he would still be here today. But I had to come over this obstacle of him not being around. I had two kids who needed me. The struggle was real going on about life everyday I didn't want to. I wanted to give up , just didn't want to do anything anymore, but I come to realize that I couldn't do this to myself. All I have left is a Urn to remember him by no voice, no laughter not even a giggle from him. I had to keep pushing forward no matter how hard the reality was. Still till this day I miss him very dearly . Its hard to even talk about but looking at life a little differently that tomorrow is never promised anything can happen in a matter of seconds. As for me and my family this will be a day we will never forget. As I have to everyone this epidemic is real please if you need help get it don't let this be the outcome there are people out there who care. From this day forward I will always look back on this day and push myself to over come obstacles that I cannot control. I will miss him dearly but life must go on I have to move forward and over come this tragedy and that is just what I am doing its hard but its a working progress. I learn to look at life differently now. Welcome back my friends. In this blog post blog post I had to read 3 articles discussing the writing process. After reading the articles I had to create a scene in which I was engaging with the authors discussing the writing process and using 3 quotes from each one and also 3 from myself on how I feel about the writing process.. I had a fun time with this writing assignment using my creative style where I had a snack date at a local dairy queen with these 3 authors. Don Murray, Mary Karr, and Anne lamott. These pieces were amazing to read and it gave me a different look and aspect at writing, and how to approach it. Here are the links provided below feel free to check them out. I encourage you to do so.
Oh boy! It's a hot one out here today! Just walking down the street, I could feel the gazing hot sun beating down on my face. Well I thought to myself it's a perfect day to get some ice-cream at the dairy queen. So as I was strolling down the street I see these three people riding bikes slowing down the street discussing the writing process. OMG!! I thought to myself that I have a blog assignment I need to do about the writing process. Maybe I should intrude. No ,that's not me I didn't want to. So I just kept to myself and continued walking to the dairy queen. Well little did I know these 3 people also were headed to the dairy queen, So I kindly interrupted them i heard you discussing the writing process and i kind of intrigued me what's your name. They all began saying their name hi I'm Don Murray this is Mary Karr and that's Anne Lamott. So I just stood there and didn't know what to say so I just began with Um hi I overheard you guys while you were riding bikes talking about the writing process and I was very amazed about it, I'm kind of stuck on my blog post I have that's due on Sunday and I was wondering if you guys could help me out a little, “I'm horrible at writing, I mean I'm not the greatest so i kind of simply give up at time”. So we all sat down and all ordered some ice cream and discussed this writing process. So I began saying to them all, “I always worry if my writing is good enough or should I just trust the process?” So Don chimed in, “ the writing process itself can be divided into 3 stages: pre-writing, writing, and rewriting” I looked at him with a stunned look at my face and replied this is a very unique technique to learn from. Don simply then said, "We must listen carefully for those words that may reveal the truth, that may reveal a voice.” “What works one time may not another. All writing is experimental." But the problem is I always have trouble finding where to begin and then I just simply give up, the anxiety starts and then stress comes. Then I thought to myself, “Writing is just a process it's really how you self reflect on it and make meaning of it." Don simply began to say “we have to be patient and wait and wait and wait." Mary began interrupting Don with her advice, “Before you can work consciously , though, you go through a phase of developing a critical self." Well, Mary i never thought of it like that but you make it sound so easy. Mary replied with, "I am not much of a writer,but I am a stubborn little bull dog of a reviser." We started laughing. I told her well maybe one day I will have you revise my paper for me. She chuckled and said “In the long run the revision process feels better if you approach it with curiosity.” I thank her for her help and told her I will put her advice into work. I began a conversation with Anne. I would love to hear your voice on the writing process as well. Anne stated ” The amount of material may be so overwhelming that it can make your brain freeze.” I simply said “your brain freeze” so mind boggled Anne said aloud “You might want to start by writing down everything you can remember." ”Shitty first drafts. All good writers write them.” I was amazed by all the great techniques they approached with the writing process. I simply was in awe. I thanked them from the bottom of my heart for all of the unique advice I can use in my writing process. I simply couldn't wait to go home and start my assignment. I was excited just to begin writing down all that I could. I simply finished up my ice cream and ran home just to begin my assignment, relaxing that i was ahead of myself and I was just going a mile a minute with my writing. I was so happy to finally make meaning with my writing and complete my assignment. |
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