Mommy's Room-Personal Narrative

As soon as my eyes woke up to the bitter cold of the night and stars covered by black blanket of clouds, I knew that this was it. I had tried to prepare myself that day, but I was at school when it happened. The moment the intercom came over the classroom, “Hailey Wooldridge needs to come the office, her mom is here to check her out,” my heart stopped. I was able to make it to the office without losing my composure, but as soon as my eyes met my mom standing there with tears in hers I lost it. Right there standing in the school office, the food gates of heaven opened up in my eyes and I could not stop the rivers from flowing. My best friend since kindergarten had died. All the planning of moving in together when we went to college was down the drain. The late nights of watching horribly filmed scary movies was done. My heart was broken, and the pieces are still not taped together properly. Two days later was her funeral. Her mother had asked me to say a couple of words about her during the service, but the thought of standing next to her lifeless body talking about her and not to her made everything seem surreal. By the power of prayer and numerous amounts of tears, I stood up from my seat and walked lifelessly to the podium that viewed hundreds of people waiting to see what I had to say. I do not know how I got through that speech without hysterically crying, but somehow, I talked like I was having a conversation with Serra once again. In front of me, I

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

Finally, the nurse came and allowed us entrance to one of our worst nightmares. There the whole family stood with the understanding that they were taking the ventilator off and this could be the last time we would ever see this amazing woman. Each grandchild took their time getting one last hug and saying goodbye. I stood waiting my turn thinking how could I ever possibly whisper into words the gratitude and admiration I had for this wonderful woman. The whole room was on edge trying to be strong for each other. Eventually it was my Aunt Julia’s turn. As she stood there holding my grandmother’s hand crying saying, “Momma, it’s your little girl, please wake up, I know you can do it, you’re strong enough”. I thought my heart would explode. Then, as my dad, the strongest man I know, went over to pull her away from the bedside he began to sob as well. This was almost unbearable to witness without making a scene. I gazed out the window with a desire to be anywhere but in that horribly bleak room facing this unimaginable tragedy with my family that was full of life and laughter. When my Aunt Julia finally was composed once again and acknowledged once again that this was God’s will she said fo the last time, “It’s okay, I understand you are tired. I love you”. The whole room seemed to begin to spin and true mourning was awaken in my soul for this amazingly wonderful woman that held such a

They swarmed around me. The tears felt like fire. I heard worried, faint murmurs. “she's not going to make it”, and they're reassuring my crying, helpless parents, “she's going to be alright”. Even though I was so young, I thought that this was it. The fear. The pain. The sorrow. The memories still haunt me to this day.

This story lets me know that I need not to wallow in my sorrow but believe that God will provide. Moreover, I believe that I must work toward a better life instead of being content in my current state. If I allow tradition to keep me down, then I am allowing myself to miss out on God’s blessings,

He had said, “You need to come home right now because I don’t feel well.” She began to worry because something like this would never happen on any occasion. Nervously doing so, she rushed to the phone as quick as a deer to call 911. It had frightened me to think about what her face had looked like. Her eyes wide open, her heavy breathing, the countenance on her face showed she was terrified. I couldn’t

Silence spreads through the room. We all knew what had happened, but it feels different hearing it from her. It was her life, her experience, her husband. Despite hearing the same story as everyone else, I still feel as if I am missing pieces and know less than everyone else. She chokes back tears and as she continues to speak, I can see her struggle to hold herself together.

He thanked all of the nurses and doctors even though half of them did not help him with his problem in the hospital. Eventually, we reached the entrance of the hospital and soon enough his ride had arrived. He pointed out that the man in the car was his only son and he said to me, “In the future, if you ever have a child, cherish every last moment with him or her because you never know when you won’t see them again.” After he said this, he told me to lean over and give him a hug, and I did exactly what he told me. I was completely torn apart about how kind this man was and how wise he is to this day. As I hugged him, he whispered to my ear, “I will see you again another day either on this world or in the world we have not yet experienced yet with the Lord.” Travon, his father, and the elderly man all drove away, and I turned back trying to keep myself from

A Journey in Grief: A Mothers Experience Following the Death of her Daughter by Alice W. Terry describes how the loss of someone so dear to you is unimaginable. When I was thirteen I lost my grandmother. She had been sick for a long time; I remember going to visit her in the hospital many times before she passed. The death of my grandmother was my first and only personal experience with the loss of a family member. Although this reality makes it hard for me to relate to this article at a personal level, I am truly grateful for the health and well being of those closest to me. Only being thirteen at this time, I was old enough to comprehend what had happened but I had not been old enough to truly experience the sorrow of losing someone. When I lost my grandmother, all I remember doing is crying. Although I was expressing emotion and grieving her loss, I do not remember having a conversation about what happened. How was I feeling? What is going through my head? Looking back now, it is frustrating to accept the fact that no one truly knew how to comfort me.

I held my siblings hands, and my mother’s as I was crying my last tears. I heard a voice, from my mother, “Sweet child, never, look at this moment as a disaster, look at it as a” Her voice died out. I hugged her with all my might and cried at the same time. I could see them all smiling, as if they were in a better place now.

“I… also lost my sister.” I felt shock entering my face, whether it registers on the outside or not. My Aunt Lily and I were both put in the same room. We were both trapped in the same walls of the situation, thoughts, and feelings, yet I had been unknowing of her presence in it until now. Now she was by side, offering comfort, whether I deserved it or not, for she is

My mother arrived home in tears that evening, this is when I finally let go of what strength I had left; and I cried with her.

Dead silence. I put down the phone and trembled. Will she ever forgive me? I put myself to the pillows on my bed desperately and wailed like a child. Suddenly, Aggie came into my room.

The phone rang again. Hoping for good news, yet again I was disappointed. It was my mom; she said she was following our pastor to my grandmother’s house. She said, “We are going to tell Grandma he’s gone”. I knew this would be one of the hardest things to do; it was her birthday after all. The three of us jumped in the car. We drove up to Grandma’s house. I remember Tosha running into the house and falling into her arms. Everyone tried to pull themselves together, but how could this be? This had never happened to us before. The wheel was broken.

Tears filled my eyes as I wondered, Why is this happening to my family? What will happen to my family, and when will this be over? I sat at the table, unable to speak a single word. The emotion had overcome me like the waves of the ocean now breaking on the shore.