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Posted By iamincontrol | July 17, 2014
A dog is a girl’s best friend. We adopted Otis when I was 9 years old. I remember like it was yesterday. He was a small, baby pug. When I got him, he was 4 pounds and 6 weeks old (way too early to be away from his mother) and needed a lot of attention.
I did anything and everything for Otis, including rocking him to sleep at night and taking him for walks in a stroller. He was a spoiled but bad dog. Otis would chew all the furniture, steal your socks, and loved eating pig ears even though he would make a mess all over the house. Even though he was naughty, Otis was like my best friend. He was there when I had no one else to talk to. He also was the best listener, as I did not know who else to turn to through my awkward preteen years.
Otis grew up to be a big boy weighing almost 30 pounds. However, this turned out to be a problem and he developed an intestine dysfunction. One day he needed emergency surgery, and he did not make it out of surgery.
That day, I thought the world was over. For 7 years, I had always had Otis. Now I didn’t. Dogs are great best friends. However, just like humans, they pass with time. Through this I learned to cherish the time you have with your best friends, as you never know when your last time to tell them you love them may be.
I thought this video described my life with Otis perfectly. He was always there just like Maddie in the video.
Posted By iamincontrol | November 21, 2013
I would like to think that up till 7th grade that I led a “normal” life. I had a mother, father, and brother, and we made our way of life work. We didn’t always get along or see eye to eye, but we were a family. Experiencing the death of my father has forever changed me as a person. If you have experienced the loss of a parent, pet, sibling, best friend, acquaintance, grandparent, or anyone/anything that meant something to you, it’s easy for you to understand that getting “over it” is impossible.
I remember the day to the very last detail. It was a beautiful summer day and my mother, brother, and I had just finished supper. The phone started to ring, so I ran to answer it. The person on the other line asked for Amy (my mom). I was a snoopy little kid, so I stayed on the line. Then I heard the words, “Steve has just been in an accident and was transported by helicopter, and we’re unable to disclose his condition right now.” My heart felt like it had moved all the way down to my stomach and been torn to shreds. The drive to Waterloo felt like it took an eternity, and nothing was said the whole way down.
When we got to the hospital, I realized just how bad my father’s condition was. It was then that I started to let the reality of letting my father go sink in.
Posted By iamincontrol | September 19, 2013
State of Iowa Youth Advisory Council (SIYAC)
Watching cancer take the life of my friend was one of the most difficult challenges I have ever faced. When I entered middle school, I met a boy named Dylan. He was extremely intelligent and naturally a good leader. He was active and successful in so many athletic, musical, and academic opportunities. Soon I learned he had cancer and that his leg was amputated in fifth grade. This did not stop him from doing everything in life that he loved. During his time at school he always had a positive attitude, never complained, and always turned in exceptional work. The most amazing thing about Dylan was that he was able to do what most students couldn’t even do while still fighting a life threatening disease. I worked at our school store with Dylan and on also on our leadership team. My best memory with him was my eighth grade year when we were on the same mock trial team that made it to the state competition.
After eighth grade we went to separate high schools, and I didn’t have as much contact with him. In the meantime, I was admitted to the State of Iowa Youth Advisory Council and gained the position of service chair. When I was looking for service projects for our council, I automatically thought of Dylan and proposed the idea of sewing bandannas for youth cancer patients. By November I heard his condition had gotten worse, so I made the first Iowa Hawkeye bandanna for him and sent it in the mail as fast as I could with a note explaining how he inspired me. I received the news the next day, November 26th, that he passed away.
Posted By iamincontrol | May 30, 2013
They say time heals everything, but what they don’t say is how much time. How long does it take to get over losing a loved one? Or is it all a myth and in fact, time doesn’t heal but actually hurts?
I lost my pride and joy, my grandma, on September 6th, 2012. When I received the news I screamed. I cried out a scream so powerful I think an actual part of my soul departed with it. I mentally prepared myself for years that someday her day would come, but no one can ever prepare him or herself for losing someone that meant so much.
The hardest thing I have had to come to terms with was that I was with her the day before her passing. We talked, laughed, she bragged about me to the nurses, and then the next day she was gone. In a matter of twenty-four hours my life changed. I went from the happiest girl in the world with everything at her fingertips to a girl I didn’t even know. I heaved and cried to the point where it was a miracle I could still stand. I laid in her bed and cuddled in her sheets where I had just slept the night before and breathed in our memories.