I am writing to thank you for your congratulations at my success in the translation competition. In your letter, you told me that you want to know how to do well in translation. Here are some piece of advice.First, you need to grasp the basic grammar knowledge, that enables you to unde...
• Take your time: There is no strict timeline for funeral thank you cards (though experts recommend two weeks), so don’t feel pressured to have everything finished and in the mail right away. Use this time to work through your emotions and get back to your life, and keep the thank...
He spent a lot of time teaching me things that he thought were important Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral.” Jack said. Busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no chil...
The plot has Sybil, lesbian daughter now living in New York with Rachel, her partner of eight years, returning to the family home in deeply Lutheran Minnesota for her father’s funeral. Her mother, who now has four bibles placed in her childhood bedroom but insists she and Rachel stay in ...
It is polite to reply as soon as possible, even if you can’t attend, so that the organizer has got time to invite someone else that they didn’t have the space for before. accepting Thank you for your kind invitation. We/I would love to attend …(event)… on… time… 探索...
Thank you. Love, Mom PS2 Remember, Murder Mystery funeral. I’ll leave a few different scenarios you can use but if you’ve got a better idea, do it. I won’t care — I’ll be dead. PS3 Not dying. Just freeforming. This is why you need to burn the Morning Pages. Decades of...
The only time I ever enjoy writing is when I’m in the middle of it. Once I finish–and I mean like 10 minutes after I write the last word of the first draft–I feel like I just got back from a friend’s funeral and all that’s left is some absurd memory of something they ...
Joe this is a great prompt, thank you for it and how you encourage me. Nervously I am letting go of my little story based on this prompt. They went to Los Angelos to meet his parents The light faded as the Chevy moved through the desert. Chewing on her nails, she watched Jesse from...
No one has to go to my funeral. I won’t be offended. They have no choice but to be a morbid affair. I expect the same gracious offer in return. There she was, laid out in a casket. She looked like a makeup covered mannequin. I leaned over the coffin and squeezed her hand. ...
We couldn’t even have a funeral. Nothing I feel really makes sense. It’s like he did it to me. I live it over and over. I’m terrified in the dark, and I feel like he’s coming after me, and I’d almost welcome it.” ”Grief plays with your head,” he said. ”I lost...