Personal Narrative Essay: Thirteen: The Age Of Innocence

Thirteen: the age of innocence. You begin to gain trust and independence. It is the beginning of your teenage years and all you would like to do is hang out with friends, get the new popular cell phone, or have your curfew extended. For me, this wasn’t the case. What was supposed to be the most joyous time in life was actually my hardest. One of my favorite people in this entire world had been taken too soon.

I remember it as if it was yesterday. The Friday before, I had been called out of class early. I was completely confused seeing as there was no purpose for me to leave. I had no doctors’ or dentists’ appointments or anywhere to be for that matter. As I walked towards the front office, there stood my mother. Her face was a little red,

It was my grandmother. I talked to her everyday so I thought nothing of it. However, this time it was different. Her voice was so stern, that’s when I realized something was wrong. She said, “Baby he’s gone.” I replied, “What?” just to be sure I heard her correctly. She repeated. I sat in silence and then the tears began to roll. She said to me, “Don’t cry, I need you to be strong for your mama.” With a shaky voice, I said ok and told her I loved her. I understood what she was saying, but I couldn’t comprehend what just happened. My mother was distraught and so was I. I tried to resist crying, but I couldn’t harbor the pain any longer. My grandfather was gone and my world was

I was never the same again. He was the greatest man I’d ever known. After his death, I felt lost. Every day I questioned what would I do without him. I felt unsure that my life was worth living. There began my battle with depression. It lasted for a while afterwards. It’s been almost seven years and to this day I still struggle with it. With time, it has slowly become easier to accept. I’ll never get to talk to him, hear his laugh, or feel his beard poking me in my forehead when he gave me a kiss again. My family tells me that I remind them so much of him. From my character, to my taste in music, he’s there. He always put others before himself, which is one of the many traits I am proud to say I received from him. I never got the chance to tell him I loved him, but I hope that he knew it was always there. He made me realize that life is too short to not spend with the ones you love. I wish I could have spent more time with him, but I am eternally grateful to have had him in my