Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death

I can hear the sirens getting louder each second. I can picture the look on my dad’s face. I can feel my stomach getting tighter with every breath. It started as a normal night. Normal, for me, was falling asleep knowing my mom had cancer. After multiple treatments, I hoped for a miracle. I was optimistic that our family would be whole one day. I would pray for phone call containing reassuring news. Life changing news that I would remember forever. Instead, I will remember something different, something no one should ever have to go through.

On April 12th 2012, my mom died. I had a small understanding of death. I had attended multiple funerals and lost other family members. But, none of which prepared me for this day. I never pictured a world without my mom. It didn’t seem like an option. In

Sometimes, it is hard to grasp the fact that I will never see her again. I will never see her infectious smile or hear her boisterous laugh. As the days go on, increasingly accept my situation. I do not miss her any less but I understand what it is like to live without her. My world changed on that day.

I have to think of all the long, dreadful treatment and how my mother will never go through another radiation treatment. No more nausea and no more headaches. Most importantly, no more sadness. The little things evolve into the big things following something so devastating. I have lasted five years and six months without a single text or call from her. I have to. The things people take for granted begin to matter the most.
As a result of my experience, I am very independent. Independence is a quality that many people lack. In order for me to be successful in life, I support myself more than I once needed to. Although my inability to trust others may be seen as a weakness, it is strength in some aspects as well. I am now able to progress in life knowing that I am the only person needed to