The Death of an Idol Essay -- Personal Narrative

    When I was young, my mom took me on everywhere.  At least once a month, we would travel to Oregon to ring my Aunt Kathy.  I would go to the dark and creepy basement to playact with my cousins, Carly and Marni.  Together, we usu exclusivelyy played with little Carebear figurines.  I started to grow close to my cousins, oddly Carly, even though she was seven years older than me.   Her kindness make me feel warm and welcome.        Though she got older, it seemed that I never grew.  I continuously looked up to her and her dedication to everything.  My mom used to take me to all of Carlys sporting events in high school.  I just loved cheering her on.  Whenever she was on the basketball court, she always found time to wink at me in the crowd.  I even made big posters to take with me when she made it all the way to state for the three-point contest.        After high scho ol, Carly decided that she didnt want to brook around anymore.  She wanted to go to college away from home.  Since she was such a undischarged student, she figured shed be fine.  Carly decided to attend Hofstra University in New York.  We promised to be pen pals.        Well, that lasted about a year.  I was finally growing up, getting busy, and we were losing touch.  When we did write, all that I heard of were the boys she dated, and that her As were dropping to Cs.  Every once in a while, I would ask my aunt how Carly was doing.  The only answer I ever got was Shes fine.         A couple of years later, we ... ...at was the day a letter came in the mail for Carly.  She had passed her CPA exam.        My Uncle Don was the fire chief of the town, so the funeral was full of firemen and police officers.  The procession was even led by a fire truck.    &nbs p   I look back now and wish that I could have spent more time with Carly.  What exactly was so classic that the two of us didnt have time for each other?  still though we had some bad times, Ill always remember the good.        I hypothesise that we all live a life that is already planned.  She skipped her time to go, and got another(prenominal) chance.  Im grateful that in that period I got to reunite with her.  I forecast that I can live her dreams through my life.  After all, she is my idol.