Eulogy For My Mother-Personal Narrative

“Oh, there you are.” My mama said, peering in at me from just outside the room’s archway. “Come on upstairs and pick out which room you want to be yours.”

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

The first footsteps we've ever taken are the ones that have imprinted the inside of our mothers' stomachs. Mothers don't just give birth to us, they give us a life to live. Now, some might say mothers are supposed to give birth; it's a natural process that is their duty. It's physically straining to have a child, but it takes a true warrior to raise a child. It is often forgotten how much they continuously provide for us and how many sacrifices they make. My mother has been my inspiration, not because of her title as my mother but because she is the prime example of a what I call a hero.

I interviewed my grandmother. Her name is Sandra Sue Wardlaw. But I call her Mamaw. Mamaw was born in Dayton Ohio on July 25, 1938. She still lives in Dayton, but Brooklynn Dayton. Mamaws parents names are Roy and Ruth Strader. Roy is her dad and Ruth is her mom. Mamaw also has three sisters and one brother. Their names are Marcia, Cheryl, Lynn, and Jerry Strader. By now all of her sisters have married last names. Mamaw has lived all over Dayton Ohio. She attended Jefferson Township School System when she was in school. Mamaw is short and has grey hair. Sometimes she dies her hair blonde. She needs glasses to read and is very sassy.

If there's anyone who could brighten up a room full of people arguing over which part of the turkey they want, disagreeing over politics, sharing the latest family gossip, it's definitely him. It's Thanksgiving and as I enter my grandparent’s house, I see him conversing with my aunt who's resemblance is uncanny, as he sips his glass of white wine and instantly looks up at me. It’s my grandfather, Gelo.

“No Mali. I said no and that’s it! Now go to your room, I’ll call you down when dinner is ready.”, my mom replied obviously annoyed.

“WHATEVER MOM GO BACK TO BEING A DRUGGIE,” I scream and run up to my room and slam my door.

As I am cooking breakfast Josh‘s mom enters the kitchen and says a simple good morning. I can tell she is tired and that seeing me in my pajamas every morning while she has to get ready for work is not very appealing. She always makes gestures on how lucky I am to

The day later, my mom brings two bottles of white wines to return by herself. I saw two missing calls from my mom during my break time. I called her and ask where she at and I meet her at the place I work. I walk out the store where I work and saw my mom still carry the bag of wines. I ask her “why you call me two times, and do you return the wines yet?” She said discontinuously “I…I just went already” breathing, she continues saying “The person won’t let me return the wines, only exchange that’s the reason I want to

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

“I always quarrel with my mother. She will hurt me cruelly and then say sorry. I can’t bear this torture. I have to adjust my personality to live with her.”

“6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…” Dr Richard Tumun cries as he calls out to his second born baby, Faith Tumun. She had just closed her eyes, teeth clenched, and was on her way to the land of the sleeping. That day, my body was on the brink of giving up, it refused all the medication given to it. I kept on emptying my bowel by throwing up everything that I consumed, medicine included. I was not able to keep anything down for long. It went in and came out with the same speed that it went in with.

now. The only thing I can do now is pray and hope. To pray that I will

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

Now I can say that I had never understood others suffering from a bad loss of a dear person.  I would hate to hear that anybody died. When this happened to me, when my dear mother died, I started to understand all those people who lost someone they loved. There are perhaps no proper words to describe this pain, This intolerable pain which tears you apart, which is like a stone on your heart, and which make tears run down your face with each moment spent with the dear person who passed away. Time is unlikely to pass so fast this hurt, no matter what others claim.