A Short Story: The Tragic Loss Of My Life

One morning I was woken by my mom who was in a panic. I was told to wake up and go to her room. I was so scared and worried and I could not figure out what was going on. Soon after I sat on her bed my little sister had joined me. Then soon after that my brother is walking in with my mom right behind. We were all still half asleep and confused by what was happening. I remember looking at my sister and her saying to me “Its daddy…” I did not know what to think. Maybe he got hurt, maybe he was sick. This felt like the longest moment of my life. Then finally as my siblings and I were looking up at my mother crying I said “What’s going on?” After my mom got up the nerve she looked at her three children and said “Your father is dead.” My heart sank. I looked around the room. My parents’ bedroom. I remember my brother instantly waking himself up. He was in denial he did not know what to think. My little sister starts crying immediately. I asked what happened but I could not get any more out of my mother. I ran down the stairs and out my front door and I saw my uncle leaning up against his car in my driveway. The look I

It helps me grow every day. The first week was hard. It was hard because every day more and more people were asking me how I was and if I needed anything. They all kept bringing it up when really all I wanted to do was forget. After I got through the weekend soon came the hardest obstacle yet. The funeral planning. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. So many little details that needed to be settled. Worst of all was all the different people that needed to be included. Not only was my mother and siblings there but my grandparents, and my dad’s siblings. Everybody had very strong opinions about what they wanted and all I could think about is what my dad would have really wanted. I soon learned how hard it was to reason with a big group of mourning