Personal Narrative: Death Of A Parent

Losing a parent is hard enough, but imagine losing both of your parents in one day. Even though only one of my parents passed away on February 25, 2004, I somehow became an orphan that day. From the moment that my mother died, the man that I knew as my loving and devoted father would no longer exist – and would ultimately lead to the end our relationship.
When I left the hospital that night, I went back to our family’s house to clean up in the aftermath. My father never came home that night; Nor did he come home the following night or the night after that. Eventually, he stopped coming home altogether. He claimed that he was going out for drives to think. At the time, I feared I was going to lose him to suicide. I thought to myself, how could he go on without my mom? How could any of

He also had joined a motorcycle gang and participated in activities that no well-adjusted adult should or would even think of partaking in, such as cheating on his new wife with multiple partners and not maintaining a steady job. Nearly every day that went by, he would seemingly go went out of his way just to make me cry in some way; It was as if he got some kind of sick joy out of hurting others over and over again. This was not the father I grew up to know and love. Nevertheless, I did still love him and I was scared to lose him since he was the only parent that I had left in the world. When I became extremely sick with an illness that no doctor could figure out, my own father called me crazy and threatened to place me in a mental institution instead of helping me get the care I needed to get better. I, of course, believed him because he had placed my step-mother in there under 24-hour hold once before after having a panic attack after he told her that he had cheated on her, although he told the police that she had threatened to kill herself instead. Even then, I somehow forgave