Personal Narrative: My Mom's Death

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.

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say

The next day when my parents returned home from work, they called me into the living room. This scared me a little, they only did this when something bad was happening. When I walked into the living room, my father was sitting in a chair and my mother was sitting on our couch. When

Well boy get on it. I start to put together my room and I fall asleep dreaming of how my new life will be. I was awaken by the high pitch screaming Nosie I sat the hoping that it would go away I sat the for a few moment then I decided to get up and ask my mom what it was I open the door to her room the door knob felt as it has not been moved for a while I walk in to the worst thing that any one could imagine I see my mom laying there lifeless

It was a dark and scary night I had just got off of work. I was walking home because my car broke down. My house was a little bit away so I went to my friends house to get a ride to my house. I nocked on his door nobody answered. So I went in and the place was a mess. I went into the living room I saw him laying there he was dead! I had looked around the house to see if anybody was here, but nobody was here.

The topic of my mom’s cancer causes a crack in my voice and tears to develop in my eyes. Naturally, I would want to avoid the subject at all costs, especially in front of a large group. When my friend approached me about a Grief Camp she needed help with, I was hesitant to agree. She explained that we would be teaching music therapy to kids who have recently lost someone. It would entail me talking about my personal story, and helping kids handle their grief. After considering whether I should enlist in the camp, I realised that it would be completely hypocritical for me to volunteer with every other societal issue, and not the one that affected me the most.

Everything began when mum died. She wasn’t sick or had any terminal disease, she was in a terrible car crash. Whilst driving through an intersection a drunk driver decided he would go through during a red light. He crashed into the driver’s side of the car, where mum was. I got out of the crash with just a broken arm, mum didn’t. At first I thought she was just unconscious but as I took a proper look at her, I realised that wasn’t the case. She died on impact. I was rushed to the hospital, only to come out with a pathetic cast on my right arm. The paramedics looked at mum and with one look they could tell that she was already gone.

In 1967 my friend Gladys was one that I do not understand. I do not know her whole story. I know only a small window of her life. I do not know why her life ended so tragically, and why she allowed herself to stay in a place where she would kill her children.

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.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room of my grandma's house and all of the sudden my brother hollers from the garage, “Dad! Dad!”. I figured he wanted to buy something on his game so I got up to see what he needed. As I walked toward the garage I saw what was going on. I started to yell my dad's name too. He ran out and saw my grandpa laying on the garage floor. He got down on the ground next to him, held his head and screamed to my Mom to call 911.

In this paper I am going to tell you about my mom's life, her name is Tracy and she was born in Dubuque, Iowa, at Xavier Hospital on December 27, 1972 . I am going to tell you about her family, her early influences, her education and finally her interests.

Slightly pushing you out of the way I run to our mother who’s laying on the kitchen floor with a needle in her arm. She told me that it was her medicine, that if she didn’t have it she would die. How ironic. I never told you because I didn’t want you to pick up on the lie. You were always smarter than me even at a young age.

We were assigned to a job later on and if we were lucky we got a tool because without one we would die because we were being slow at your job. This was really hard and especially since we did not have our parents by our side. For dinner all we got to eat was soup and maybe if someone saw you suffering they would give you there saved bread. Roll call came again and this time someone got killed. There was an old man standing he looked very week and fell to the floor. The guards saw he couldn’t get up, he was useless for them so they shot him then and there. This place was horrible and my little sister saw all of this happen. The next morning was the same nicole was awake and she had shook me until i woke up. We went to get our morning meal. They gave us a piece of bread and that was about it. We could have saved it for later to eat with the soup. We then went back, it was roll call time again. After about 2 hours standing waiting until the guards were finished doing roll call we had work so everyone had their own jobs. Later there was our evening meal and we had gotten soup. I took out the small piece of bread and gave it to nicole she seemed really thin from the time we had gotten

My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling