Personal Narrative: Losing A Loved One

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Losing a loved one is probably the most challenging experience for anyone to sustain. Everyone has a specific day they may call their “worst day ever” mine was on September 23rd 2014. I call this day my worst day ever because of the loss of my loving and caring grandmother. Do you remember the last words your loved one said? If you know how it feels to lose a loved one then you know exactly what I went through. I will never forget her last words to me were, “My dear love…” Everyone knew my grandmother was my number one person I went to when I needed someone to talk to. I found out that she passed away and my life went downhill for a little period of time. Losing her feels like just yesterday when she passed away, I experienced emotional situations and different difficulties; However, I was able to eventually overcome these problems thanks to the support I received from my family and friends. …show more content…

I was that student who never liked to miss a day of school, so of course I still went to school. I cried my eyes out throughout the whole day which lead my parents to worry about me and my school work. Therefore, I started seeing my school’s social worker for a while to talk about my problems. I still went to bed crying thinking about how this all happened so fast. As soon I thought things would get better, thanksgiving came around and it was the hardest experience because that was my first holiday without her with us. My grandmother was there for me since I was a young girl which is why she had a huge impact on my life. Days passed and I could never get her off my mind. Sometimes I would have dreams of her coming back as if she never died before. Then after seeing my social worker for several days and discussing how I felt she started to worry about my

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