Personal Narrative: A Parent's Funeral

I spent most of the morning stuck in my thoughts, why was I not grieving my parent's death? Why had I never noticed I was supernatural? Dominating most of my thoughts, did I have feelings for Jordan, my brother's best friend?

I remember the day like the back of my hand. The day my own husband took a knife

Remember when I was 7, because I do. I remember how when I asked you if Dad would be okay, you said to not worry because he would be fine. You lied. He’s now six feet underground with your name written in red on his coffin. Dirt lines my memories of how when he got lowered into the ground you didn’t cry, you stood looking at the man that helped plan the funeral. Not even five seconds after Father was gone, were you looking for your next victim. I will not help you anymore, the business will not be passed down to me and I will not participate in the same game that killed Dad.

Well, I was at my friend's birthday party, I wasn't expecting any news from my mom but I got some. When I heard that my sister Isabelle was going into custody with her dad, it was one of the hardest and unforgetting moments of my life. My mom was right beside me crying her eyes out and I couldn't blame her. I came home one day to see my Grandma on the deck crying, she had said “we lost our sister”, it was one part of my depression threw the weeks.

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

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

That morning, (midday really, but shush) Dan Howell woke up in the arms of Phil Lester, who was none other than the love of his life.The other man had his arms wrapped tightly around him, and was breathing softly into the nape of his neck. Smiling, sleepily content, Dan snuggled down, falling back to sleep in their little bubble where everything is soft and warm and good.

There are no words that can describe how I felt. For the next few days, all I did was cry and sleep, but thankfully, my friends were there to comfort me. I was slowly recovering and had eaten for the first time in two days. While lying down in my mother’s room, my brother entered the room informing me about the funeral plans. The funeral was in two days and he wanted me to play the piano at her funeral. I told him I couldn’t, not because I did not want to but because of the fear I had that I would ruin her memorial service if I did not play well. The song he wanted me to play was one I made up for my mom not long before she passed away. Whenever there was pain, which would no longer be relieved with morphine, she would ask me to play the song. I will never forget how peaceful she looked when I played for her. This is why I agreed to

Son dad is going to be gone for a while, so there are a few things that I always want to do while I'm gone.Make sure you finish your math and science homework when you have it.Please study for all test.Remember when you asked if I was going to be able to communicate with the Chinese people we have a translator that will help us communicate with them. Be respectful to others even if they disrespect you.If I don’t come back you will be mad/sad , but just keep me inside every minute of the day.If you are reading this now just remember you're in my heart.I know when my shuttle took fired up and took off that all you were thinking was please let this mission hurry up and be over.Do me a favor and help your mom with whatever they ask.

My mom insisted that I stay with my aunt and brother, but I begged her to take me with her. As we drove to the hospital, I felt sad because my sister was in pain. After a while of being in the cold hospital waiting area they took my sister into a room and my mom told my uncle that he could go back home and that she will call them if we needed anything. I couldn't be inside of the room so they put a chair outside of the room so I could wait for them. After a couple of hours they told my mom that I couldn’t be there so that they should call someone to go pick me up. My mom called my uncle who eventually arrived for me and I began to cry because I was worried for my sister and I didn’t want to leave them alone. On the next day they arrived and my sister had a cast on. The days that followed were a struggle since I had to help my sister do things that she wasn’t able to do like put on her shoes. She lasted a long while before she got her cast removed but I was happy to help her and my mom when it was

In the past couple of months I have read a couple of news stories involving parents who left there child in a locked and hot car, some resulting in death. One of these involved a woman in Hackensack, New Jersey who took one of her two children in the Costco to shop, while the other a 2 year old was left in her minivan for 30 minutes. 911 was called, the police responded and the child was rescued from the vehicle, covered in sweat, scared, and very shaken, but alive. The mother was charged with child endangerment, and both children were returned to there father that day.

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

It’s really depressing to go forty-two funerals in a young age. Junior was very strong boy to go through all that and still moved forward. I couldn’t imagine his emotion that period. He must desired to have different than attending fourth-two funerals. I lost my grandmother 3 years ago, and I know how it feels for losing someone.

I saw my nana and my and grandpa, and I saw my mom and dad talking. As I inched closer to the coffin and stepped on the step stool I saw a pale white body with a face full of makeup with a black long dress. With some type of lace pattern on it then I looked over to my grandpa and saw him sobbing, and saw my great aunt whimpering my nana was trying to help them stop but they couldn't. Then I had a gut wrenching thought, what if my mother or father passed away. What would I and my sister do, even if we were adults. I wanted to cry but my eyes wouldn't allow it.

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