Personal Narrative Essay: The Grave

“You never really get over it,” she said. “I just think about what his life would have been like. It just left a hole in my heart.”

“It’s not fair how she’s dead, she is always with us. Dad was never here before she left.”

While growing up several deaths that took place within my family. Some I had no idea who the people were but can clearly memorialize the funerals taking place and the reactions of those around me. Even though I cannot recall any memories of my great grandfather, I can remember when he passed away. Everyone was gathered at my great grandparents' house in Kerrville,

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

“She hasn’t felt too healthy since my brother Allie dies. She’s very nervous. That’s another reason why I hated like hell for her to know I got the ax

“Last year today was the day your mom left for the war” he whispered mournfully.

recalled her sadness. “I would start missing my mother from the time she arrived, knowing she

Through thick tears, she choked out, “I wish I didn’t have to tell you this,

“This is all my fault, if I would have been there then maybe the baby wouldn’t have died.” I said, starting to sob.

My family woke up the next morning at 4:00am to head straight to Walt Disney World. We all put on our matching blue tie-dyed Mickey Mouse shirts and piled in the cars. Once we were all in the cars we were happy, happy, very happy. Then my Papa gets a call. “We are sorry Sir. You’re mom has passed away. She passed away very peacefully.” Though my family was expecting it, this trip suddenly took a sad turn. Everyone in the car started crying.

I was barely crying until I was nearly 10 ft. away, then it hit me. It was the worst feeling of my life, I can’t explain it. I didn’t want to make a big scene so I made it quick and just turned and followed the family. We then walked out of the room as they were closing the lid and preparing the casket and Bob to go in the hearse. We all huddled together and moaned and expressed our emotions, the most we ever have.

I snap out of my reverie and try to remember what was said last, “I’m glad to hear that Dad,” I pause, hesitant to say more. “I sure do miss

she might live! I loved her; for she had been like a mother to me."[1]

I just can see her heart breaking into pieces when she learns of my death. I just wish there is a way I could tell her that I’m ok and alive.

The grandmother said I need go to the funeral home and I said we will follow you Tyler did not argue with me because he knew transcendence than I did Grandmother is not in the best of shape right now to go by herself. We drove her the way down to the place where my aunt lies on a catafalque all I could think why couldn't it be me why did this happen now of all times. As I hear sobbing from the back all I could do was cry because this should not have been the way she died, she was to die tranquility in her bed not in a car accident. Apprehension is not knowing where your family goes after they died, I did not know if my aunt was a Christian so I do not know if I will perceive her in heaven but she was a sweet and caring lady.