My Quality Of Life

The magical transition into adulthood legally happens in the short period of twenty four hours the day of someone’s eighteenth birthday, but in reality this is what most teenagers desire to believe. Obviously this is not the case for everyone, unless there is some type of child-to-adult prodigy in the world that is infused with all of the wisdom and knowledge that an adult possesses. However, the beginning of the journey into adulthood, for me anyway, was marked by my grandmother’s death. It made me realize the quality of her life and how that reflects my own life, the introduction of adulthood responsibilities, and that life is ultimately temporary. My grandmother’s quality of life was one that most people strive for. She had no health problems,

I possessed selfish thoughts such as she would never see me graduate high school or college, and that was horrific for me. To see my main role model in my life to never witness my achievements and failures saddened me immensely and ultimately made me look at my future in a completely different way. This event was significantly the first moment where I realized I had to start growing up. Beyond my feelings, I had to think of my mother’s which were in my opinion, more traumatized than mine. I could never fathom the pain losing my mom would entail. The main woman role in her life, who was there since the very beginning was now gone. Just thinking about that concept alone is depressing to anyone who was close with someone their entire life and who offered them the guidance they required. I knew from this point on my mother did not have this guidance anymore, so she would depend more on her family to offer it to her since she is not the most independent person in the world. All of these thoughts and opinions were enhanced by the planning process of her funeral. It brought everyone who loved her together and somewhat showed me the insight into adult life by allowing me to see how they react to specific occurrences, and how they organize and solve these