Personal Narrative: Mom's Funeral

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.

You never called, you never wrote, you never even told me you were leaving. I just woke up one morning and my best friend had abandoned me."

As I watched my house crumbled into a million pieces, my legs started to quiver to the point where I could no longer stand on my own two feet. Everything… everything I’d ever loved was inside: my diary, my family photos, my childhood memories. I couldn’t take the pain any more so I began to thrash around the frozen, forlorn floor like a fish on a hook. As my pupils rolled back, flashbacks rolled in. The picture of a child lying in bed while her parents read her a bedtime story replayed in my mind. Images of a primary school girl showing her parents the pictures she drew of them, as a family, wouldn’t fade away. All those memories…now gone. Forever.

I haven’t slept in weeks, the thought of mom’s death has been creeping in more and more lately. Ever since that night things have never been the same and I find myself enraged at the world around me. Dad made Autumn stop dancing, the thought of her dancing reminded him of how mom had loved dancing and how it had caused her death. Little did he know she never stopped, she trained in secret, and I supported her along the way. Autumn was the only one who was there for me after mom died. We became closer to each other, our own support systems in a sense. That was until she left me to be with Sylvia. I was alone, and when I needed her most she left me. I still had my girlfriend Claire, but we were growing apart. When she left too, what life I had left finally shattered. Leaving me to deal with the impact in solitude.

You broke down and I finally realized how terrible of a person I was. I knew I was wrong, but I continued my negative habits. I turned your words into a valuable excuse to why I shouldn’t trust you. I turned your valid temporary temper into your hate for me. It added to my vast list of reasons why you would leave me. I quickly was able to persuade myself to carry on with my unhealthy behaviors. Except a stronger sense of fear unleashed from within me. I became so terrified of you leaving me that fear was what pushed me to look at my wrong doings and

When I was a kid in Lakewood Washington I had always loved Halloween and going trick or treating. I was going to be a ghoul that year and I had just gotten home from school and I said “Mom, mom where are you.” and I see Torin my little brother in his crib crying my moms door was open and I walked in to look for mom and I see her dead in the closet hanging.

So about three years ago my aunt past away and my entire family attended the funeral. For those of you that know my immediate family (the Hairston clan) you know that nothing good could possibly come this happening. I'm going to tell a story that is 100% accurate with no exaggerations what so ever. This story will be long but well worth the time. It involves a black cowboy, an elderly Jamaican man, a borderline racist grandmother and three asshole brothers.

“It 's fine Melody, thanks for everything " I replied. It wasn’t home but it was more than she could’ve possibly asked for. Melody didn’t have to take her in after all.

I created this memory book for us to share and look at our memories throughout our life together.Not only have we shared a lot of memories together,we have had many laughs and shared many tears.You have done a lot for me including flying half way across the world to get me. I thought the least I could do is write about the three most memorable moments I remember. I will always have other memories too. Dancing in the family room to garth brooks wrapped up in you. Watching movies together or our favorite tv shows. Getting in those little fights over something stupid. Not only have you taught me things like how to walk,talk,dance,sing but you have taught me how to get back up being knocked down again and again. Thank you.

A time when I felt really sad was last christmas. It was christmas eve morning, and my mom got a call, I looked at her and I knew something was wrong, I was so scared to see what she was gonna say, did someone die, what happened? I didn't know, she was on the phone for about 15 minutes, it was driving me nuts, I didn't know who she was talking about or talking to, she just kept say “oh my gosh”, and “really”. She finally got off the phone, she sat there in shock for a few seconds, I didn't want to sound pushy or rude, but I wanted to know what was going on. She finally started talking, she looked at my dad, and started talking. I remember her words like it was yesterday. “Uncle Dave went to the hospital last night, mom said something in his

Let me start off with an apology. When things first began, it was simple. So it goes that life eases into a dull, rhythmic, verse. You got lost and that’s my fault. All I am is sorry. Where did you go, I wonder? I ripped you from my warmth so many times in the velvet of night. So many times you stayed hidden amongst the shelves and floorboards; finding yourself reserved to that small corner on the sofa. What were you thinking of then? Somehow, you always found your way back to me. Somehow you tangled yourself around my skin and frighten off the chill. This…this feels like goodbye. Where did you go? How neglectful I was to disregard you- the very thing that gave me so much consistent comfort. My soul bearer of entertainment on rainy days and

I remember the day it all changed like the back of my hand. I remember driving, in the middle of the night. It was the same 14-hour drive we took as a family every summer, for the past 17 years. This time it was different, we were making the long 14-hour drive to attend my cousin’s funeral. As we drove into town I remember tightening every muscle in body fighting back the tears, but being strong was hopeless; I was broken.

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.

My Mamie, my dear, I miss you. And the worst part about this is that during all my previous sadness, I had a shoulder to cry on. Your shoulder. This time, I am alone in the world. I have to carry the weight of losing you, my favourite person, the one I loved most. I remember everything you told me and did for me, and my heart sheds tears along with my eyes.