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Essay on Grief over My Father's Death

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Physics, sleep, physics, sleep. Physics. I shut off the alarm, switched on the light, and grabbed my textbook from my night-table. Today was just the start of another ordinary day of school, and I could not help myself from looking forward to the weekend as I went over Newton’s three laws in my head. As I turned to the next page of my notes, I was startled by the sound of a doorbell. At four o’clock, who could be at the door? Could it just be a simple mistake? The wrong house maybe? My intuition said otherwise; I knew something was wrong. My mother got up out of bed and rushed to the front window. I heard the voices of my father’s friends as my mother let them in. The next thing I knew, I heard my mother crying as the two men tried to …show more content…

Not having him there to share my accomplishments and disappointments with, the stepping stones of my life with, was a thought unimaginable to me. The magnitude of the situation sank in once I returned back to school after weeks of being away. All the petty matters that I used to worry about, all that had dictated my life, seemed so insignificant. At times I did not even know how to approach school. I tried to focus, to continue studying hard during my junior year, but my heart simply was not in it. My mind kept drifting off to thoughts about my father, about how much I missed him, how much I needed him here with me. The change came when I stopped thinking about what I wanted my life to be and began thinking about what it actually was. I had to accept my circumstances and continue to proceed with my life because the world was not going to stop and wait for me. It was my decision whether I wanted to tackle the obstacles facing me and come out successful or whether I wanted to stop living and fall behind. Realizing that I could not let go of my dreams, that I could not turn my back on all that I had achieved over the years, I decided to go out into the world and take charge of my future. I put my heart and soul into my schoolwork and persevered through the rest of my junior year. I stayed on track because I deserved better, my father deserved better. As I opened myself up to life after my father’s death and the journey that awaited me, I also

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