Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death

My mom called me to a family meeting,I wandered down the stairs knowing that he had been sick but I never thought that this could have ever befallen upon me.When I walked into the living room tears ran down my moms face like the rain rolling down the window. I new what had transpired but I still would not accept the truth, I kept saying NO! NO! NO! But There was nothing I could do It felt like the walls were closing in, then I realized that he was in a better place and that his memories would always stay with me in my actions and words.

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

Will my mom be angered at me? Will she be sad to see me in pain? What if,no she will be happy to see me.

I told her what happened. She got there as soon as the ambulance got there. Somebody could’ve been dead by the time the ambulance got there. They came in and checked her. The paramedics and the emts told her she can’t be doing all that energetic exercise. They took her out the house on the stretcher into the ambulance van. My father told us to straighten up before we left to go with my auntie. When we got done she told us to go get some clothes. We did as we was told. When i got done, looked out the window and seen that the ambulance was still outside. I went outside to be nosey. They told my father he couldn't get in to check on my mother, so he was standing on the porch watching from a far distance. I was curious to what they was doing to

As I stood watching the moms work on her and trying to get ahold of her mom, I began tearing up and was thinking of the worst things possible. What if her heart is failing again? What if she doesn’t get any better? What if I lose one of my best friends? What if? Looking at her crying and scared to death because her mom was two hours away, I said a little

It was a normal school day in November at Lockport Middle School. The sun was out, full of children laughing and playing at recess. My friend and I were talking and she asked me if I would want to go shopping with her in Baton Rouge the next day. I could not wait to go home and ask my mom. I love shopping! The school day dragged only because I couldn’t wait for the next day to come. When I finally got home I asked my mom and she told me that I had to go see my mawmaw before I went. She has been telling me lately that I needed to go see her soon because she was sick. I always made excuses because mawmaw always gets sick, but she always gets out of it! She’s a strong woman, I know she will get through it. I finally convinced my mom to let me go see her when I got back from shopping.

The battery on my phone was low and I chose not to write her back. A few hours later I received a call from her friend Courtney, Courtney was hysterical “What’s wrong”? I kept asking Courtney if she was okay. She responded real quietly and said “Makayla was in a car accident.” My heart broke into a million pieces I could not believe what I was hearing. I asked if Makayla was okay Courtney remained silent. I asked her again and she said: “She’s dead.” I did not believe what I was hearing. It was extremely hard difficult to comprehend that my dear friend Makayla was dead. I was trying not to cry in front of my family: however, they knew I received bad news. I told them the news I heard and they could not believe it my mom could not hold her tears back, but I knew we had to get home soon so I could be alone. My family and I were on our way home, we were traveling and started over heating it took forever to get home. My boyfriend called and I told him the news and he could not believe it either. How could a nineteen year old be dead? She was to young to die. Her family cremated her remains. Makayla was given a celebration of life. Many people came and talked kindly of

Three years before my mother died, I decided not to speak to her again. And why? During a conversation over the telephone, she had once again let me know that my accomplishments—becoming a responsible and independent woman—did not amount to very much, that the life I lived was nothing more than a silly show, that she truly wished me dead. I didn’t disagree. I didn’t tell her that it would be just about the best thing in the world not to hear this from her.

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 all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.

The train station wasn't to far from my apartment. It was only a short walk away. I took it to see my mother every other weekend because she lived alone and needed the company. I stepped out of my building with an over night bag in hand and began walking through the cold air. The branches over the sidewalk had no leaves in them. Everything was bare and dead because of the brutal winter cold.

She came in and saw my face and immediately knew I needed to leave. I’m pretty proud to say I didn’t cry until I was in the car and away from witnesses. On the way to the hospital, mom was telling me I should’ve listened to her and been more careful, but I still wasn’t listening since I was crying and wasn’t in the mood to be proved wrong. I don’t know why I think this is funny, but as we were walking into the hospital my mom said, “Kaitlyn, this might sound weird but I’m gonna need you to cry even louder as soon as we get in the doors so that you’ll get noticed

I watched as Johanna tried to talk to Ella the way I had, but she still laid limp. I was crying too much to speak, so Johanna's husband Jim called my parents so they knew what was happening. It felt like hours, but the ambulance finally arrived. I ran down the three staircases to the bottom floor so the paramedics knew where to go. They had all these different machines and started hooking her up. They surrounded her to the point where I couldn’t see her. Johanna told me she thought she was having a seizure, and when she said those words, I fell to the ground thinking it was all my fault. “I should have been watching her every second. I never should have taken my eyes off off her.” All I could think was my little sister, my everything, is going to lose her life

My grandmother, Grandma Lula, overdosed on a medicine she was prescribed by a hospital four days after Christmas. I do not blame the nurses or the doctors, though. They gave me enough time to drive from Kansas to Iowa to say my goodbyes, albeit to an unconscious woman. Even if she had not overdosed, it is likely that she would have died in that hospital bed from her sickness, perhaps days or months later. But because she died, I finally received a call to live.