How Death Has Affected My Life

When I was younger, I never thought of death as something that would affect me, but rather other people. That changed on October 17th, 2005 when my dad died. I was just about six and a half when he died. Looking back on it now doesn’t really make me sad, however, it does make me think. I only wonder how life could be different without loved ones dying.

My father’s death was the first of many that I have experienced. In order to fully understand what had happened at that age, I had to elicit information from my mother and grandparents. It seemed like my happiness had evaporated out of thin air after I finally realized my dad would never be coming back. I learned just how sad death is after I figured out all the clues given to me. It changed

The reason is that I had never had anything painful like death happen before then. In a way, I would say that death changed the way I thought for a very long time. I hadn’t known how he died, yet I knew that in some way his death happened under terrible circumstances. Whenever I would bring it up, people would just go silent. It left me confused and lost in some ways. I wanted to know why he died because I thought it would bring closure. I finally found out three years after he died, and it was not what I expected.

Looking back, I can see why my family hid the truth from me of my father’s death. I could not see at the time that I was not the only one affected; everyone in my family was

affected by my father’s death. They hid the truth about how he died from me because they thought it could assuage my pain. My dad’s side of the family has a long line of depression which is basically self-doubt. He lost to it and ended up doing what many people do; he died at the end of a rope within the garage. The death of my father hurt many people. Everyone remembers when he died, and some people are unable to talk about it without getting emotional. Even though finding out how my dad died did not bring closure, it made it easier to talk about him with