How Death Changed My Life

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The concept of death may hold little significance from person to person, however, death is very real.

I remember the exact night, being woken by my mother, grandmother, and great uncle, only to be told that my father has died in the hospital post-dialysis from cardiac arrest. Arriving to his literal death bed, I shook hands with the turning point of my life, the introduction to the further years of being lost.

From birth to age 13, I always took for granted the privilege of having a caring father, who acted as a confidant, who exposed me to new ideas, thus being a catalyst for my further development. Upon losing my main bastion of emotional care, I was given the responsibility of finding myself with very little aid from my busy single mother,

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