Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death

Waking up to the news that your mother died on a Tuesday morning isn’t exactly what I’d call “normal.” By then, I had already accepted the fact she was going to die. We all did. However, that initial, “she’s gone”, said by my aunt still packed a punch. To live one day with your only parent, and to awaken the next with her gone is quite the experience. In those last few days I cried, I laughed, but most of all, I questioned. “I’m sorry for your loss,” is repeated over and over again. Whether it’s via social media or in person, people who I never even encountered expressed their condolences for the loss of my mother. However, by the time of the funeral, I was over sulking. I knew my mother the best. I mean, I am her only child. I knew that she wouldn’t want me crying over something that I can’t change. She would want me to start

I didn’t do my homework, participation was too much of a bother, and I simply didn’t care. However, when my mother died, I knew it was time to change gears. I started to focus on my work. I began to actually participate in activities after school. My whole attitude changed. I became more independent as I started to learn how to rely on myself. My mother’s death while possibly being the worst thing to happen to me, may also have been the best. I became a more truthful and straight-forward person. I express my opinions with conviction but also know how to learn from others. Admittedly, I did become more pessimistic of the world. I lost my religious side and started to see things in a negative way. Although many would say this is a negative, to me it’s a positive. I feel that my transition to more of a realist has enlightened me on how the world truly is. I learned to focus on what matters and not to dwell on the past. No matter how long we look at the past, we can not change it so why waste