Personal Narrative: My Mom's Death

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Saturday, April 5th, 2014 at 7:30 was when I discovered my mom, dead. Most horrifying image ever; her cold, lifeless body just lying on the floor. She had been there for some time; she was so cold and blue. She had an imprint of the crack in the hard floor accost her face. My Mom had sleep apnea. Doctor told her to use a machine for it, but it’s so loud and uncomfortable for her; so she never used it. That day began like every other day; it was the Friday morning last day of school before spring break. Exited for spring break. We planned to go down to California to visit our grandparents. My brothers and sisters and I all woke up at 6. Got our clothes packed and things we all wanted to bring. It was around 7:20 when I went upstairs to check and see if she was up and ready to leave in 30 minutes. The night before, Friday was like every Friday. We all got home at 3 and do what we all usually do on a Friday. Mom got home at 5, wasn’t a good day for my mom. Long and stressful, she just wanted to come home and unwind. She instead of cooking, she ordered pizza. It was around 10 o’clock last time I checked. I was going to go to my room, said “I love you, see you tomorrow.” To her then go to my room for the night. Later that night, woke up by the loud noise …show more content…

She hated to make others unhappy. She was the type of mom that would do anything for her kids. She always put our wants and needs before her. It was great when, but looking back it now I hate that that’s how it was. She wasn’t very lenient with our punishments. She never stuck with them either. Wasn’t easy for her either. It was the kind of person she was, my mom was a friend more than a mother but can you blame her? She worked her butt off so she could take care of us. Wasn’t easy to take care of 5 kids all by her. But she did it. She was outstanding. Making time for us all, not anymore though. If she was still I wish I could have changed

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