Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death

Parents, your only caretakers are the ones who support only you and your brothers and sisters. The ones who are there for you, feed you, and help with your homework. Some care, some do not care about you. Luckily, I had some that cared so much to me. You have so much fun with your family you just don’t feel like stopping. Like ups and downs in life, we had arguments and troubles. But when all of this come to a shocking result of death in the family, it can be devastating to deal with. As well as not being able to see your brother ever. Trust me, because I had to deal with my own devastating case of death in the family at a young age of 8. The sad fact that was about my mother’s death was that it was one of the best days of your year, your birthday.

Here is the story:

As I woke up on April 23rd, 2012, I was so excited since it was my birthday. The day was all planned, and we went up to the Pressbox Sports Bar and Grill (Located in Baraga, MI) to do some bowling and have some fun. As we came in, most of my family was there (Except my Grandma, Grandpa and other relatives from the Lower Peninsula and even far out of Michigan) and my mother got me the right size bowling shoes, and the right size ball. She had an illness at the time,

He told me exactly what happened. She died from congestive heart failure at the age of 47. As soon as those words entered the brain, I knew soon that my life was changed forever. I started crying very, very hard and my father tried to comfort me. He was depressed too, but showed no signs of crying. In 2 days my mother’s funeral was planned. Then we had it. After the funeral was over, we all went to the Side Track Bar that we used to own for 15 years for an after-funeral feast. Everyone from my family came, my Uncle Larry from California and my Uncle Ray from San Antonio, TX. The feast went well and i was sort of depressed still, but tried not to